Blisteringly Loved

Holy.

Set apart.

Designed, destined, and oh — so dearly loved,

Known in cellular constructs before consciousness.

Bare before Him shall I remain,

Heart held in cupped hands, pierced in passion.

I sit in hushed awe — remembrance mingling with presence,

Love so profound, even death descends in destruction.

Shaking soul and unworthy hands,

I pour out prayer, praise, and pitiful attempts at adoration.

The messenger is hidden within the message.

Her name is Beloved, tattooed on chest, in heart above breast.

Glory.

An inner worth so searing

That I cry, humbled: Hosanna, blessed is He who comes in the name of the Lord.

Hallelujah to the Lord, my God Most High.

Unworthy — as are we all, my friends —

Still we come, lips upraised in worship,

Prostrated in our souls, falling to our knees.

We uplift the Name, as one, in unison, across the earth.

Gray, aged crowns bowed white,

Known — as are we all — steadfast,

Faith forged in night.

Chosen and sacred, solemnly gathered,

The Holy Spirit given to the sealed,

Children marked by a hidden plight.

Young, aged — many as one —

Unified by love, living as temples disguised in flesh.

I call to you, my friends,

As He in me speaks to Him in you.

Lift your wordless soul-song.

Join the chorus of heaven.

We are blisteringly loved — sealed and seared

By a condensed love so pure

It transcends death in resurrection.

Joined and mingled in unity with the All in All.

Our whispered hearts rise like incense,

Mingling with flame from the altar before Him —

The Father, enthroned in eternity,

Ancient, all-knowing.

We are seen.

Naked, afraid, longing.

Hopeful, shattered, hopeless, faithful — faith failing.

His sight is true, all-encompassing,

Seeing all we have ever been.

Called.

Chosen children, one and all.

Beloved — especially in the times we stumble and fall.

His hands hold us, in our insecurities and in our failings.

I have seen, and I have been fully known.

In life, in death, in rising or setting —

Whether clothed in flesh or resting in the grave —

We are alive in Him,

If He lives in us.

If this piece touched something in you, lift your heart to the Father and worship with me in life, in the act of living through loving. Allow the Holy Spirit in you to sing your unique song in the soliloquy of silence.

I love you all, as He has loved us.

Sincerely, dust that writes of glory.