I noticed my mind has been banished away from creating, from my own distractions.
My love for using words and a perception:
Together,
To bring deeper meaning by a covenant with God
Between words-
Building upon them, giving language a vessel to hold these ideas-
stitching a garment of truth with the textiles of consonants and vowels, double entendres, experiences.
Liminal,
Using the more frequent areas of my life that carry me in the in-between places.
Working to find a center of gravity by using sensitivity,
without hurry, with gentleness; An ancient discipline.
And His Spirit reminds me He is not in a rush to finish His work within me,
Ive just come to realize Ive been in my own bondage to finish every self- healing-transformation-ego centered fixation,
to be complete.
Maybe this time? Could I finally be more whole?
Not on my own. Not by my own effort.
He reminds me He completes me.
By His Spirit, His good work renews my heart
in His. Perfect. Time.
Why have I turned too busy to create meaning in my words?
Yet, here I am,
Returning to language
To discover what my thoughts are actually conveying
And hoping to hear the Voice of God refining a clear and right understanding.
Not a tarot card, or a psychic, not a false prophet.
Returning to prayer.
So with humility,
I try not to write to be the first one to speak.
For i remember Solomon,
Nothing new is under the sun.
And, There’s nothing new that I could say,
So if what I say has any worth at all,
Then it shall all be reminders and
it should already have been revealed by the Word of God, and not my word alone…
