I started a new cancer treatment yesterday (June 25), so it comes with good and bad and all types of thoughts and emotions – I won’t write about that today. But it is One Step Forward and continuing towards hope and healing. What else did happen yesterday evening was that ideas and pictures and thoughts and experiences collected and didn’t just get stuck or lost in my brain. But words were able to flow out into something, maybe a structure… But let’s just say it’s been a long time since I’ve been able to write like this. It’s prose. It might not make sense, but it means a lot to me. I pray God can speak through it to you too.
GREY-BLUE (part 1)
Light and bright, depth and mysterious, hopeful and intriguing, two tones yet one –
Grey-blue like my eyes I see reflect-ings surround me;
I want to keep up, to run, to grasp, what is sometimes unreachable and at other times found.
I want to settle into reflecting spaces to see and not see – to see again and to see new
Like breezes rattling tall evergreens in the mountains of my childhood
Stoic, quiet and vast, wondering what is beyond, further down the blankets of needled ground
Like the whispering wind setting calm insignificant ripples along lakes lost in the wilderness
Like vistas of sky meeting ocean, blues upon blues, all shades of blues and whites and lights and darks
Mixings into depths and expanses, too many things other that I cannot fathom – glimpses around bends, but maybe I can
Yet Being There
As the branch
Or the rock
Or the created
Not an imposing impostor but Being There.
Out of place notions drop, unheeded –
No one needs them here.
No one heeds them here.
I do not grasp or empty my hands – As letting-go hands are then meaning to be filled.
Filled with the needed and new and not by others or assumptions or expectations.
Truth Perspective gifts open and overflowing, abounding arms of embraces.
So gasps and grasping fall forgotten.
It is not what is left. Or what is lost. Or what is found.
It is What Is Always There.
Discovering the Seeing
In the Breathing and Being.
In the midst of valleys and lakesides and woodlands and savannas
And flights of soaring skies
Belief was There – Before.
I’ve encountered something. I see some thing. I know Something. I believe Some Thing.
Whispers of delight and joy, hope and peace, love and freedom swirl, dancing thick with Presence.
He is There.
He is Here.
I am content as the ground to stay – grounded.
Seated – Still.
Pause. And breath.
I take with me full mason jars of holy wind. Heart full and free. Head clean and cleared.
The pack is light. Adventure – is the journey.
“So we don’t look at the troubles we can see now; rather, we fix our gaze on things that cannot be seen. For the things we see now will soon be gone, but the things we cannot see will last forever.” – 2 Corinthians 2: 18 (NLT)
PARTAKE (part 2)
The Call to See, Be, Believe is waiting for you, too, to partake.
For the climbing and descending, the washing and worshipping, the waiting and watching
Agenda and musts abandon to He who is abundant, all around, within and yet not encompassed fully by His creation.
He laughs, exuberant, at the masterful makings and intelligent beings…
Beings meant to community with Himself and each other and to caretake His breadth of plan and domain of terra
This plan is not creaky or mistaken
He is not conquered
Though Dark seemingly bit into a piece
A battle raged for two distinct paths
And for the one in our hearts, there remains the choice
Behind the veil, it’s of Life or of Death.
Allow this Light to penetrate and break the caked shell
To crumble, to dust and evaporate the divide
To reveal and to see plainly – anew and alight
Your history is broken into new and better
Because He was broken and body and blood spent
But to break seals on rocks and graves and the ones in your heart and mind
You are fresh flesh, a new creation!
With the true plan, purposes and promises before you – unfurled Destiny declared
Because it’s back to the fullness of true Identity delivered
Before the first birth that took place in the eye of the Beholder, the Master Painter –
You are HIS Masterpiece.
Read the scrolls of your beginnings
There is More than you see
And to be.
“For we are God’s masterpiece. He has created us anew in Christ Jesus, so we can do the good things He planned for us long ago.” – Ephesians 2:10 (NLT)