Light as a Feather

You provide to me the best wine

You break for me the best bread

As we sit around this feasting table 

I passover to you my burdens

And you hand me your yoke

Oh the sweetest of burdens you give

You may lay your yoke on me every moment

It weighs me to the ground with the heaviness of your freedom

Then I float to the heavens above with the infatuation of your affection 

You barricade my soul 

With the protective spirit

Of the most ancient of loves

My Mind's Rest

He is beyond the greatest thoughts.

More profound than the deepest understanding.

I quiet myself before Him.

I have permission to quiet my mind.

My body can rest.

My soul can be still.

Who He is, is enough to silence me forever. 

Who gave my thinking permission to address me, define me, as less than enough?

Whilst I sit in the presence of the Lord, my Lover, my Friend,

And He speaks to me as if I am more lovely

Than the mountains, skies, flowers, and oceans.

My Rock. My Fortress. 

He is enough.

Enough to make me silently satisfied in myself.

Because He is satisfied. 

My mind finds ease.

My soul abandons strife.

My body is well.

My spirit sings on.

Self Love

I adore You, and You adore me. Am I not to love what You love?

In a crowd of people who adore chaos and performance, 

I learn to adore my own heart in its purity.

Maskless.

Time

How do I express what it is to be so deeply loved by you?

There are no words

There are no rhymes

My greatest expression 

Is to give you my time

My greatest sacrifice 

Is to give you my time

My greatest victory

Is to give you my time

You're greatest satisfaction 

Is for me to give you my time 

This is freedom from works

You polish, I shine

I must only

Give you my time

Generosity

I like Your oil.

The one that intoxicates the air.

The one that intoxicates my lungs.

The one that intoxicates my skin.

You do not hold it from me 

But You pour it kindly. 

When I've asked You to teach me of generosity, You've revealed this;

The most precious of oil,

Worth more than silver

Worth more than gold

Worth so great,

It cannot be sold...

You tip it over.

It pours from the resting place,

Over my hands

Over my feet

Into my head

Into my heart.

You, my God, are generous.