Conversation with "33"

... today You have arrived; a parting of ways and the conception of another; a friend i have never met; a face that has never yielded its warm reflection; a companion that intimacy will soon weave together into my cognitive labors, my hearts utterances, the breaths and strides expelled in order to gain progress toward an initiative that is not of my own. With You, God will usher in blessing and favor, vitality and perseverance, wholeness and love, passion and clarity; expounding, and expanding on all that He has orchestrated within the distant, and immediate past. Among the unanswered prayers that plead and beckon the bearing of fruit, i unlace the strings that fasten closed the corridors of my heart; i set my countenance towards You; robed and adorned in expectancy and hope. With You, hurt and loss may tag close behind in proximity; following in the meandering impressions that your steady feet leave in the shards of shell and sand. But the retrospective voice of the Spirit of God will articulate the imperceivable; bringing life to that which was disregarded and left behind; all counted as lifeless and futile; speaking muscle and sinew into existence; encompassing marrow that will soon become structural foundation for what will without doubt come; bones that prophetically point to miracles that anxiously lie dormant for the divinely appointed time and locale. I call You friend "Year;" though I know not what you bring; your motives, nor your comrades. The doors of my heart are open for God to use You as an anointed conduit between Him and I; the hands that reach forth and uncover the unknown in its harboring possession. You, 33, come crowned with favor...

Wolf in Sheep’s Clothing

…He gave the failures names; he gave them faces; carved within smiles and shimmery blue eyes, he took what was intended for good, and with his own words, dissected and divided it against itself; sowing questions and doubts in the fragile and vulnerable minds of the innocent and naïeve. The critical critique of the uncommitted; one whose tongue violently, and in haste, heaves stone after countless stone of opinion at the “glass windows” before him; ones that have boldly and courageously AND TRANSPARENTLY placed their lives on the target of critique; stepping forward on the frontline to lead and guide the trembling flock to safety; offering up their lives as sacrifices to feed and nurture them; lifting and building and preparing them for this life and the life to come; far from the wolves that beckon them into the shadows of isolation. How quickly his WORDS were rendered, but, how impotent was his ability and willingness to act; the uncommitted wolf in sheep’s clothing….

… a need was perceived, but the uncommitted wolf was unwilling to be the solution.

… opinions must be harnessed and kept at bay if we are unwilling to sacrifice and be a part of the solution; bringing a greater state of healthiness among the Body of imperfection. If not, they are just critical cries of the uncommitted…

The Sowing

A word has fallen from Your lips; fastened tightly upon an arrow traveling along its trajectory to the intended mark; my heart. The good soil has been broken by the till and the spade; softened for reception of the seed that you sow. The earth clings to the impartation; the preserver that gives life to the drowning. Every seed must die before it grows; held firmly within its earthen grave; protected within the rib cage; held safe in the harbor of the palpitating heart; far from the reaches of the scavenger birds that snatch away what seed has fallen upon the trodden paths and shallow soil. The source of the river knows no drought; His Spirit implacable; unmoved from the intentions and initiatives that have been scripted from time immemorial. Down stream; faces and names, lives and circumstances, histories and futures; each being graced by the outpouring of your love; a catalyst, a sowing, that outlives itself by minutes, weeks, months, years, and generations.

Perseverance and patience have produced a harvest; love proven through obedient sowing

Luke 8:15 "and the seeds that fell on the good soil represent honest, good hearted people who hear God's word, cling to it, and patiently produce (through perseverance) a huge harvest."

Best Path

The reverberations within the heart and mind have slowly dissipated; a fleeting movement and gesture devoid of scoring; devoid of rhythm and melody. A surrender has commenced; a sweet severing from fear, from anxieties, from the hold that sorrow and joylessness bring. The last finger has departed from the grip it once laid upon the dream; the laborious toil that seized the mind and heart; her face, their coming, the destination, a formula, the shape and form, the gift, the promise and its expected time of arrival.  What was never mine, is now yours; the One that shaped the very heart You understand so well; a heart that beats to the cadence You have set. Take the very palpitations of my heart; the very things they yearn for; set them anew; eternally syncopated with Yours. The banner of peace and rest dances on the currents of the wind before us; following the Lamp unto my feet, the Light unto my path; the best path; one that was divinely ordained for this life I have been beckoned and wooed to live.