building tension,
boiling
must stay calm, not too eager
stay focused on the Now, in this present moment
enjoy the feast when it comes but it is not Now.
It is not here, yet
things must be soft, and dry,
for now.
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sleep must happen.
intimacy shared is not yet
a phantom ache fills sacks
overcooked pasta that wants to become rigid
Breathe deeply,
keep the blood flowing.
ease the tension
Breathe deeply
relax the muscles
that day is not today.
That moment is not now
focus on the now
I feel the rumble in my stomach.
Gluttony rears its head,
cake, and sweets, and frosted-mountains,
a stomach distended,
loose skin that will not leave
a body expecting fat.
prayer helps, but a miracle is needed.
I beseech my Maker.
I know He wants His temple,
my body,
to be its best.
calmer of frayed nerves
gentle nurturer,
my Abba Father
My lover and knower of my soul
I scream in Your shoulder
You comfort me in my pain
You wish to know, for me to tell You
You want to bear it for me
I let You
though sometimes I don’t want to.
Sometimes I want to hold it myself
It is an act of vulnerability
to let someone else carry my wounds
of such tender, vulnerable, perception
and tender, Vulnerable heart
To let another bear my burden
to let another, hear my cries at night.
You want to do that for me.
But You do not take it from me.
You only take what I give.
When God says a thing will happen,
It happens.
It may take a month,
It may take a year,
It happens.
It may take over 100 years,
It happens.
It may take several hundred years,
But when God says a thing will happen,
It happens.
When God makes a promise,
He keeps it.
When God says He will do a thing
He does it.
God makes no threats.
God only promises.
When God says “A thing will happen,”
It happens.
It Happens.
It HAPPENS!
I cannot begin to imagine
the joy of being Your bride
to share Your feast,
to have Your peace
to finally be in that tide
of no more pain, and sorrow, and tears wiped away
is beyond my imagining to fully conceive of that day.
I have faith and fear,
respect and reverence
trust and belief
trust over terror
The usefulness of pride
this a seeking of the self’s
a desire, a lust
of self, of me, I
this destroys families
You destroy cities,
he destroyed neighborhoods, provinces,
he’ll any destroy entire nations.
You made me wonder if you’re worthy of my time,
you’re not.
My pride is not worth my time,
my pride is worth less than my shit.
You’re a killer, how many times I neglected to ask for help
making so many things worse
Prayer.
A glorious, marvelous thing
to speak to our King:
Directly,
to approach boldly,
to bring petition, request, anguish, and joy, and praise.
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Many forgotten reverence,
but only because of the boy child that was born,
which God gave to us, His son
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He shared that he may have siblings
and he’d be the first in all things
that we may pray
and approach
and connect
and speak to him.
whether through sound or thought.
He knows our heart.
He knows our joy or despair.
He has walked with us there
Martin Write 