Climb

It amazes me when a breath catches me off guard and finds me like it was my first
I go on a lot of walks by myself trying to induce the same freedom
My little actions in the physical are like a step up a steep mountain.

I see the end and know it will be beautiful as the view becomes clearer
As my old ways stay at the floor I've stepped off
I know there will be times for longing at what once was
But the present road is where I'm at and will follow.

I know the climate will change and I'll have to adapt accordingly
I know that even on this narrow path I will walk with others
They too will walk with me.
The air is getting cleaner as I put one foot in front of the other
Even when lamenting makes it hard to breath.

But I stoop down to pick up budding flowers and can't avoid the promises of new life
I wear them like ribbons in my hair to remember which Kingdom I now belong
And the climb strengthens the lungs to sing even bolder songs.

When I'm weak I rest in surprising pastures
They coil around my frame to keep me put
To take in deeper lessons that grow like seeds reaching for maturity.

The day will come where I'll reach the top
I'll see the intricacies of Another's faithfulness
Though I only saw it in part through the walk

I will be in hysterics, weeping before the fullness of God
Knowing the extent of His mercy that I unknowingly caught

I will breathe Completeness, eternal love that I only grappled with a little in human relationships
I will fall on my face with the saints that tremble in amazement with the song of Holy.
A song I heard healing the broken-hearted as they started up the mount of Restoration.

I have simply found a hope for great promises
For myself and for a people looking for Someone to fully trust
I see so many at the foot of the mountain afraid to wander up.
Some with strange walls around them so they can't even see the steps ahead
Making the peak look impossible to reach.

But cry Hallelujah!! and cry nothing less!
There is no greater freedom!
"God be praised!"
We will all see eventually.
He walks with us the whole time so there's nothing much to be achieved
Other than listening for Him so that He might meet us where He pleases.

May His presence weigh on and restore our hearts.
Reminding us what the journey is for

Seeds

There have been times I've been made to feel like a baby while dressed like an adult
There have been times I've been made to feel like an adult while bundled in children's clothing

The combination of the two have left me at an early age longing beyond my years
To be what I'm becoming but certainly, not only

My desire is to accept Mercy's identity.. whatever that means
Because there are times though still brief, where I know Him better

All else has failed me
Even if they're nice deeds

My heart has great interest to hear His rebuilt body breathe
And how she will breathe!
Even if just a remnant

His Spirit cannot be denied where it needs
Chains were never weakened by just letting them be

The Word responds to the heart according to how it is kept
Some grounds still dry where repentance didn't sound like the season where it wept

Some are in a constant state of weeping
But in fear at how the thief might torment

Some grounds seek sensation
But their lack of longing for depth only leaves seeds in a brief sprint towards death

Harsh days are definitely acquired simply by receiving truth
But in time, the seed of that season will be sown into the new

Faith.

You'll be tested if you have it.

Grace.

You'll see its substance like growth in desolate paddocks.

Life ceases in purpose when the Word isn't heard,
read,
spoken,
leapt at,
sat with
and allowed to transform.

Words are powerful things when you pledge allegiance with them
Grounds are only affected when roots take to them

Isn't your heart gasping for air with how it reminds you it's beating?
Aren't you disinterested with everything except for how the Lord is breathing?

How He is breathing on us.
Even now, where we are reckless sleeping.

How a Weary Child Clings

My heart is like a wildflower
None more wild than me
Taking up her roots
In all attempts to be free

I never did understand
The rested looking flowers
So defined and peaceful
Without excess debris

This wildflower has been planted
In more than just different pastures
But across the lands with moats in between
A declaration spoken of by them with intrigue or envy
Grown where I have by desire... or forcibly

I know that You are faithful
And in pursuit of being pleased
Your grounds are marked Holy
Where you welcome in even the wild things
My heart is here made giddy
Like how a weary child clings

The weather has proven drastic
Even a tad extreme
But I grow in hope of a future
Planted by the sheltered streams

Plans made for our tomorrows
How else could we dare
But surrender the anxiety of aging
And accept that You are Just and Fair

Good Lord, when I shall wither
In Your appointed time
I shall become part of Your unfading garden
Fully received on the other side

So this wildflower waits...
With eager patience to see
All come restored
And listens to the strange seasons passing
From this life into so much more.