I want to be lost in You
like creation gets lost in the snow.
The bushes become pillows that can hold a little girl's explorative efforts.
The trees join in union and form caverns of tucked away shelter.
The hills are blanketed under a thick layer of calm...
the silence speaks of a magical hush as if a king were coming and one must hold their breath so as to not miss a cue of splendor, for who know if it may burst like a sun or dance in like twinkle fairies or with dignity, glide in with a stern majesty?
There is delighted expectation and yet deep breathing contentment for the moment all wrapped up in one -- naked clock.
A clock that gets you lost.
Lost in the mystery of who You are and what You will bring.
You are neither bound nor free. You simply are.
I want to be lost in You
like traffic gets lost in the rain.
I am not where I want to be... trudging along on pavement swallowed up in noise and surrounded by other automobiles and the like.
But then - the rain comes.
Hard. Then Harder.
... beating against the windows. The noise is drowned out because, good citizens... a Mightier voice wants to be heard. Yes and You will be heard, My God.
And in that moment - traffic doesn't matter. Listening does. O and I want to hear every word. ( just don't let me crash--- cuz I am lost in you now).
I want to be lost in You
like a young woman who hasn't a clue on the peak of Mt. Baker.
Where for the first time she hears her name warmly in the wind... a little too warmly and something is awakened inside of her that she didn't know existed.
And suddenly she gazes out at her inheritance and is lost in the overwhelming realization of the More with You...with YOU Mighty King and Creator of the Universe - All Knowing, All Powerful, All Loving, strong, consuming, jealous, enthralling...
No. Enthralled.
Enthralled? Enthralled with me?
...
......... And I am lost.....
1 comments:
I love this.. it's beautiful. Lost in you, everywhere I go, everywhere I turn; lost in who You are, simply who You are... =)
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