Naked

Bones clothed in crimson
Flesh cloaked in skin
From prying eyes hidden.
In the womb deep within.
Raw pure and clean.
In the beautiful unseen.
Until another's flesh is torn.
And cloaked in love your born.

From diapers and nappies.
Boo boo's and blankets
to tutu's and tiara's,
Sundresses and mascara.
In denim, poplin linen.
We're woven and hidden.
Till before it's known.
We're nearly full grown.

Wear hearts on our sleeves.
Like accessories.
And when their bashed and marred.
We bandage our scars.
Till we find another.
Who sees through the armor,
Things deeper than skin.
And loves the heart within.
And clothed in the other's light.
We don clear bridal white.
And undressed under covers.
Completely clothed in another.
We lie open and undone.
And more than flesh becomes one.

Until the years strip us.
Wear out the bridal tresses.
And in flesh we weave others.
Strapping sons and daughters.
Clothe them in hugs, love, courage.
Undress their pains and baggage.
And when we've clothed them with all.
They will wear their pall.
Clothe us with tears and goodbyes.
As we're clothed with dust and die.

And we meet the master weaver.
The sewer, tailor, savior.
Who sews us into tapestries.
And patchwork woven mysteries.
Who threads of fate seamlessly entwines.
And untangles the twisted lines.
Mends stitches and displays.
Our rips tares and frays.
Till we're nude exposed and free.
To be who we were meant to be.

Home.

Cross the dark unfamiliar heavens, to run my hands through dark familiar hair.
Cross the ever changing oceans, to see that ever constant stare.
Encase all my own earthly belongings, leave all I've ever loved and known.
To embrace the one for whom I'm longing,to be abroad but finally home.

God's mission for man.

I have often wondered why on earth I am on earth.
If perfection is within reach why are we placed where are defenses are breached,
And we're dying from our birth.
Where triumph over temptation only opens the door to a more subtle convention.
Or opens our heart to pride and a messiah complex growing inside.
And yet we're expected to save and achieve before the grave.
Write an epic story and yet not hog the glory.
Live and yet not contradict the life of he who would give life.
And therefore not live but die that our souls be restored.
It's confusing and impossible to understand.
God's mission for man.

Between the shelves of time.

Between the shelves of time.
Beside the annals of your plan.
I'm just a line, a rhyme.
Written by your hand.

Across the sea of glass.
That divides life and death.
I'm just a blade of grass.
Savoring my last breath.

Inside the great divide.
Between your heart and mine.
Like a vapor on the tide.
I'll catch your son beam and shine.

Before I cross the shelves of time.
Over the sea of glass.
Ascend the divide, complete the climb.
And am in your arms at last.

Free

Plain tea and wide open spaces.
The sea and coconut benches.
The blue above concrete arches.
Free... You and me.

Living words of divine essence.
Hear your whisper in silence.
Whisper praise, penitence, converse,
Free.. You and me.

These quiet moments we escape,
To city roof or ocean cape.
My chained heart you begin to shape,
Free... You and me.

When I pass through deaths dark door.
One day at last shift through the floor,
To a world where only the living go,
Free... You and me.
For eternity.

The moments I treasure most are those silent moments with God amid the chaos of life. The moments he takes when he reminds me of his presence in my day. With a sunset, a word, a movement of his spirit. And the moments I give him when I make time for him. I find in those moments that I can be myself with the Creator who made me who I am, and the Savior who drew me to Him. That freedom is what refreshes me, It's what I crave, It's what Adam lost, It's what Christ won back, It's the Spirit living inside those who surrender. It's what makes us free. Even when we have chains on our hands, on our time, on our work, and our mind.

And I can't wait until these moments merge in death into a surge of eternity, of freedom with Him.

It is for freedom He set us free, and who He sets free is free indeed...
(Galatians5:1/John8:36)