Agape
25 May 2010 1 Comment
The almost kiss, how I love that moment. Just looking on it like I’m not the one about to lose more of my heart. God has already taken it, everything else just annoys me. Not gonna be the one to be swept, not looking forward to it for once in this loving life style of answered visions and powerful movement in my bones and in my soul. I’d rather look on from a far any way. It keeps me away from any distractions. I’m way stronger because of the absence of the heart tugger. The one who keeps pressing for something I’ve been letting go of for the past years. Yet the selfish punk inside of me likes writing you these letters like I have some sort of hold on you, the lingering of having power over someone that is chasing. I don’t want this power any longer. Find her. Ill be just fine. I know it. Down in the desert where I belong, changing people headed for dust into the waters of holiness. Where change never ends. Ima run there baby. Keep pressing, you’ll find your path of most resistant, take it like a force. WWI and WWII combined. Oh sweet heart how I’m stoked for your life. All the future I don’t see but I know our papa got the loving deep down under your exterior. Faith will carry on. He will carry you if you just let go of that fist you’ve been hangin on to for the past year. Drop down and get your face dirty. Let him take over. I’m there. Nada left in this crazy formed being. I’ve been on that chair right next to my papa’s ear. Waiting for him to say sweet daughter how I love thee and how I want thee to go for me here is the door. Walk through, you are well prepared. And kisses me on the forehead as I head toward destruction. What a beautiful moment I can picture…
May 27, 2010 @ 18:41:57
If I had a quarter for every time I came here.. Great article.