I have known you dear
through seasons of many colours,
the brightest near to you.
These hues crafted by a greater hand
visible beyond the distance.

I am easily mixed into your exuberance
so happily drawn by your side
that the missing is next only to the
gratitude that I have known you at all.

Arise beautiful one to dance into
the images that until now
were only hung in the gallery,
and published on the page.

We will reflect on the colours that
have passed with new sight,
praising the hand that painted us
together on this canvas for this time.

I have known you dear
and will know to the end,
where we will be painted in pure gold
for the last new beginning.

Californian Redwoods

Finally I have come to the forest of the Saints.
I bow down inside,
moved to awe under their worship.
I sharply draw in new oxygen
struggling to keep a metered breath,
and step so gently
I can hear my heart beating below.
How can I wake these sleeping giants?
They are more alive in their slumber than
I have ever been in my waking.
They are towers that will not be broken
down by all they weather.
They stand solemnly in the fog
of dawns morning hour.
I notice that their immensity
was not achieved by standing
too close together but by growing upward,
all life given from on high.
I stand on foliage made of perished seedlings
that tried to grow in each others shadow
instead of into their Maker's light
and they teach and teach...

Carpets of luminescent green clothe
like a five o'clock shadow on an endless face,
disguising a covering of tough ancient skin.
They are solid in their foundation
rising in breezy freedom and
increasing vulnerability.
I want to experience them
with every sense I was given.
My desire to be closer
compels me to burrow into a
flame shaped home at the base.
Cobwebs fuse to dewy lashes and a
strange warmth rises bringing adrenaline
and goosebumps to my surface.
I close my eyes and
am reminded in the dark what I
am searching for in the light.
I open my eyes and as they accustom to the
light and the dark and so does my heart.
I am full again.
Brimming with all that I need to go on.
There is such wisdom in
these mighty pillars who faithfully stand
to remind us what we await.

Reveal your light in me
Like a song I know by heart,
That I may taste you.

Take me by the hand
And set fire to all my paths
That I may know you.

Choose me as an instrument,
Break me for your Name
That I may hear you.

Consume my sight in yours,
Let the scales fall like dust
That I may see you.

To Stand

No one is lost in loving,
this has become my story.
My heart leaps in Your presence,
You in me my hope of glory.

And now ancient wells are re-opened,
Pouring abundantly as Spring's morning light,
It is sweet wine made exquisite while
Our standing endured the lonely night.

I have only to listen to beckoning Spirit
To give voice to bursting elation,
as I soar upward to dive deeper and
drink of living waters freedom.

No one is lost in loving
without love we have nothing at all.
We hold out open hands, without counting our cost,
and step forth toward Your call.