Neophyte

Through many doors,
turning many locks,
through many rooms,
wearing many faces,
through many quick changes
and it all comes down to this.
All I denied,
all the clues I missed.
Standing at your threshold,
bathed in your light,
shedding all layers,
naked before you,
struggling to stand,
in your Truth.
crawling,
prat-falling,
crawling,
prat-falling,
wake,
sleep,
fall,
a glimpse,
a glimmer,
Trying to outpace the enemies treadmill,
to get to you.
Baby steps now,
I hear you…calling.
awkward,
haltered,
teeter tottering,
I see you…everywhere.
A deep breath,
one ambitious falling leap,
falling short at my Father’s feet.
Sobbing face down in defeat.(“ARISE MY CHILD“)In my Father’s embrace at last !

Baby’s first words,
“Abba !”

___________________

dove
“if people destroy something made by man they are called vandals. if they destroy something made by GOD they are called developers”

God Bless

 

 

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