Let the wind blow into the hearts of those in need,
A warm wind, refreshing, spring like, gentle on soft skin.
Death here, is now but a fleeting sign post, to an eternal presence,
Where sun shines, this gentle wind blows all day,
Like the sea breeze on the beach, drenching our souls in His love.
Painting by Henry Tanner
Oh, what joy this task for me, the handmaiden of the Lord.
Expressionless, I sit as divine words drizzle upon me,
Grace from heaven, wetting my soul.
I carry within, the world’s most needed cargo,
“May it be done”, and use me as a vessel of His love.
I was a scared, young woman, but with Him, I have nothing to fear.
Curtains are pulled,
Revealing an unknown room,
An adjacent world, somehow intangible to others.
Some trickery of My mind with its imaginary audience?
Perhaps;
No, rather a window to My soul,
Incomprehensible but now Opened.
Never to be closed again.
That little particle which lets me See,
Invisible to my eye, yet known in my heart.
Stretches years to precious moments in my Now,
In His dusty, sunlight-streaming room,
Once hidden … Now exposed,
every lit up speck floats towards my face … ready for contemplation.
Each one with a story to tell,
to know,
to enjoy,
to fulfill.
Now seeing turns to listening,
To silence; the sound of Your Love.
Absorbed,
I feel the warmth, the presence of I AM,
One with you for a fleeting but rememberable moment.
Let me sit awhile with You, inside this special room.
Together. Just You and Me.
Copyright 2013 Michael J. Cunningham
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