Let me feel the velvety soft rose petals of your Spirit –
the “lamb’s ear” of your Garden, the “baby’s breath” of your Voice.
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Kiss me with the angel hair mist of your Presence
as it saturates and softens the desert dry, deadened, regions within me.
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Sing me the song of Serenity… teach me a tale of Tranquility…
and pen the poetry of Peace in a wave that washes over and wakens my sleeping dreams.
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Help me hear your Heart always beating in the Stillness
as I drink deeply from your Holy Hush.
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Watercolor wash healing images of translucent rose
over the anxious thoughts and images in my mind.
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Float my spirit on the pond of your Purity
as I savor the sweet nectar of your Lovingkindness…
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And rock me safely in your Arms with my head leaning upon Your Breast.
I am beginning to realize that the Love of God is not necessarily the love that falls upon you with passionate intensity like that of one seized in an instant by romantic love. More often it is a love that unfolds gradually―like that of a newborn infant drinking in daily the nearness and nurture of maternal love.
Resting can be a challenge. I get impatient. When I would rather things happen more quickly in my life, instead, it seems God turns me on the Potter’s Wheel as gently, slowly, at times even as imperceptibly, as the earth turns on its axis. Not to frustrate… but rather to flush out the fear that would inevitably arise if I could grasp at once the dizzying array of sights, sounds, aromas, textures, tastes, and personal interactions that rush at me daily. Instead, the Heavenly Potter’s thumb carefully presses against my soul in one direction―or draws me in another, with the circle of skillful fingers and wise craftsmanship firmly shaping the emerging vessel of who I am destined to become.
Thank You, Spirit of God, for the protective wisdom You display in withholding the answers to what I seek to know until it is time for them to be revealed.
Denise Rowe
[expanded from a journal entry in June 2002]
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