I yearn for the intimate
Connection with my Holy
Creator; the one
For I know of sweet melodies that there are
but I am grasping for what is already here.
These sweet melodies sing songs and look like
a garden of flowers, dancing.
Oh how we dance! God
and I, he holds me as we sway.
This loving embrace it feels like a dance
the highs the lows the constancy.
Colour permeates through this life on earth.
-The spirit is a colourful one.
This peace, this taste of that which is here and now but also yet to come.
He cannot be pinned down, not to a gender, for she twirls her dress with the magnificence of a rainbow of thunder and he guides me like a gentleman to my seat.
And all the tears, all the forbearance, all the agony
That which seems to not make love with grace
Is a marriage, one where brokenness is not incompatible
with Love, for love fills in the cracks with Love
like Glue, pulling the broken pieces back into unity.
I yearn for the One,
Hopefully not only for the self-fulfilment of feeling whole,
not only for the broken pieces to be broken no more.
But for the One, for without his Spirit
I am not one.
I long for the One who is here.
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