Under this Heaven,
there is every kind of electricity.
20 years of walking with a limp,
evidence of a dislocated hip,
that reminds me of a struggle I lost,
and yet won.
My new name is Grace.
Under this Heaven,
what is unseen is more real than what is seen.
I know `Him` so well,
and my longing is an ache in my heart,
and my gut.
Every desire satisfied leads to more hunger,
as though the new revelation just opens a new door,
on another horizon.
Under this heaven,
there is a sharper light,
and what was known as the real,
is too small to live by.
I will say your name,
such an outrage,
Jesus.
Under this Heaven,
only the poor in Spirit,
recognise the beauty,
the purity, the liberty,
in Your name,
of Your name.
You make make me transparent,
and You `know` me.
I sense Your presence,
and I love You.
Comments
MaggieG | September 2, 2011 - 23:58
I like your context here. "Faith" needs neither the confusion, nor the absoluteness that is so often placed upon it. It is a simple act, and should be pure and free of the nonsense instilled in it by man.
Enjoyed the read
mark_yelland-brown | September 3, 2011 - 00:01
Thanks MaggieG,
interested in your journey.
MaggieG | September 3, 2011 - 00:06
Here's a hint, a quote from Galileo
" God shall never be dis-proven... Only clarified "
mark_yelland-brown | September 3, 2011 - 00:17
That journey comes with revelation.
The Word through the Spirit,
and everything under the gaze,
the desire of my heart. My Journey.
phase2 | September 9, 2011 - 18:14
Do you ever get Faith back once you've lost it? Is it like a snowy field that doubt disturbs with footprints. Only the snow melting can bring back grace, and then you are in another place?