Only a little snow

These snow covered trees reminded me of dancers. Have a good day!

 Distorted Dancers
  
  
 Distorted dancers 
 In the air
 Seeming not to know
 Or care
 How you fling your
 Limbs out everywhere
 Upward into the greyest
 Of Airs
 Or down to earth where
 I stand & stare
  
 I admire your courage
 But I do not think
 Without at least one blink
 I could such graceful dexterity
 Show
 I would have to surely stop
 & groan
 As I attempted about to 
 Throw 
 My limbs as you do
  
 So I will just stand
 And admire
 As your limbs reach upward
 As lofty spires 
 Toward Heaven’s most
 exalted spaces
 And our mutual Father’s 
 Loving graces.

As I was walking the greenway this morning, it was cold and snowing, but I caught some mallard ducks enjoying the icy water. I love the sound of the water falling over the rocks so I just thought I would try my hand at a short video. Please excuse the slight hand wobbles. Have a great day!

Fire

 
 
 Fire
  
 Climbing these marble steps
 Approaching your throne
 Is like coming to the edge
 Of a deadly, roaring fire
 Yet, like the moth
 Myself I cannot stop
 Ecstasy, bliss to be consumed
 Within your fire!
  
 The energy your put forth
 It has eternal worth
 Heaven’s very light
 Shining rich & bright
  
 Your Fire!
 Too close & I will die
 But again, I long, I sigh
 To live within its flames!

Eze 1:27: from his waist up he looked like glowing metal as if full of fire and that from there down he looked like fire;. . brilliant light surrounded him.

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Intimacy

  
Intimacy
  
 A language lips will
 Never know
 Holds me enthralled
 From crown to toes
  
 My inner essence flames
 Held inside this fleshly cage
 Consumed at last yet held
 Until the coming of a greater age
  
 My being vibrates 
 With your love, O’ Lord
 As your fingers stroke & fan
 The light of life within
 Held in the center of your hand
 Where all true Joy & Peace begin

Lean

 
 
 Lean
  
 That cross,
 Slick & sticky
 from the red flood
 Of your precious blood
 Soaking, dripping 
 from above
 Down to me
  
 Each precious drop
 A powerful weapon
 Only it has power to stop
 satan’s hatred, 
 storm of fury
 cruel & angry,
 Against our lives
  
 As you took
 Your last breath 
 I am left
 Knowing your death
 Won my freedom
 While I lean my head
 Against the wood
 Rough & hewn
 By man carved 
 only to disgrace
 I gaze upon your 
 Lovely dead face
  
 Knowing you are 
 Returned to your
 Rightful throne of glory
 I will sit at your feet
 On this blood-soaked ground
 I do not care if I am found
 Sitting here
  
 Leaning into your cross
 I know heaven’s deepest loss
 Has returned my life to me
 So may it ever be 
  For each & all of those
 Who unafraid will dare
 To lean into your cross!
  
 King Jesus
 May I always live
 Leaning against your cross!

Set Apart

 
 Set Apart
  
  
 We were meant
 To be set apart
 I believe this
 Deeply in my heart
 Different we
 Should strive
 to be
 So all the world 
 May see
 Our Leader
  
 His purity
 Love
 Light
 Goodness
 To this we 
Should run
 As we struggle 
 To shun
 The world
  
 Sure, we have 
 To live in it
 Love it for sure
 But
 We are not to
 Be of it
 We’re meant
 To live
 In a way much 
 More pure
  
 Not as greedy,
 Sexually immoral,
 Bloodthirsty,
 Selfish
 These things
 We should
 Not be 
 His holy love
 More giving
 The world
 In Us 
 Should see
  
 A Holy Bride
 He longs for us
to be
 As we wait on
 Bended knees
 Longing to please
 Only Him
 Let us win
 This race
 As we let go
 Of every trace
 Of ourselves
  
 Let us dare
 To be different
 Stand out
 Give a holy shout
 Christ’s Name
 It is the same
 Yesterday, Today
 Tomorrow
 For His return will
 Overcome
 All death, pain,
 & every sorrow

Total Transformation

 
 
 Total Transformation
  
  
 In time, a caterpillar becomes
 The butterfly
 To rise, float thru 
 Bluest skies
 An infant becomes 
 A man
 Meant to reach upward
 For God’s hand
  
 Both created by the
 Same generous
 Loving Father
 Desiring, waiting
 All nature again to gather
 To Himself
  
 Allow yourself to follow 
 That inner instinct 
 That interior pulling
 That deepest urge
 Toward this 
 Christ & Lord
 It can be the Undoing
 In your life, the total Purge
 Of satan’s evil darkness