Clothed with the Imperishable

An essay on becoming, surrender, and the quiet miracle of divine relationship. A bit of prose mixed with poetry for you my friends.

I. The Threshold

We enter now, Beloved, the place of our birth and the instant of our death —

that narrow space where beginning and ending breathe the same air.

Here all things are gathered back to their origin,

whether to life or to death, to light or to shadow.

Nothing is hidden from Him who sees

to the dividing line of soul and spirit,

of bone and marrow,

of flesh and Spirit.

II. The Promise

What we will be is unknown, except this:

we shall be with Him where He is.

Every promise of His Word has come to pass in its appointed season,

and those yet unfulfilled wait only for their time.

Even before they took place, they were spoken —

for the Word proclaims before the world witnesses.

III. The Transformation

When the perishable clothes itself with the imperishable,

it is not to leave us exposed,

but to wrap us in the lasting garments He provides.

Our inner being groans for this —

to be clothed more fully in His light,

to behold His splendor without wasting away

like a candle before the fire.

The Spirit within us sighs in unutterable tongues —

the language of men and angels —

the cry of those who already belong to glory.

IV. The Seed Within

What is sown is a bare kernel,

yet within these temples of flesh lies His living fragment —

the breath of His own Spirit

if you have been born of Him.

Life then becomes His classroom:

each friend, each loss, each betrayal

another lesson in divine relationship.

We learn love by losing it,

faith by feeling its absence,

grace by failing to extend it.

Every encounter becomes His teaching moment —

the Father’s gentle correction disguised as ordinary living.

V. The Journey

All He asks is participation.

No parent delights in distance;

the Father desires children who walk with Him.

Life, brief and bright as a flame,

is the long search for that Presence.

Once we find Him through Yeshua,

the rest of the pilgrimage

is learning how to love Him as He loves us.

The more intentional we become,

the more fruitful our relationship grows —

expansive, intimate, rewarding beyond telling.

By His inward whisper and outward providence,

He trains our hearts to love others

with the same affection we are learning to return to Him.

VI. The Mystery

It is not magic, but it is mystical.

The ancient truth remains: He is present in all.

Seek Him in every hour, and you will find Him in every breath.

Life lived before His face becomes richer,

even as your heart breaks for what He loves.

The path is not easy,

but it is made possible because He walks it in us, with us, and before us.

We are not abandoned children;

we know where our Comfort comes from.

Living with Him means realizing

we already have what we seek.

VII. The Cost

Let me speak plainly.

To walk with Him will break you open.

Your life will reveal its seams

and all the patchwork repairs you once thought invisible.

The bright things of this world will lose their shine.

You will surrender pieces of yourself —

parts once thought indispensable —

until what remains is truer, simpler, sacred.

And then one day,

you will not recognize yourself.

The mirror will show His reflection

where yours once stood.

Who I am today bears no resemblance

to who I was seven years ago.

We become what He foretold.

And still the Word speaks:

It is hard to kick against the goads.

VIII. Benediction

As always, Dust

To you,

For you,

From Him,

In me.

May you be blessed and highly favored in your seeking.

We are all pilgrims on the path to Him,

none ahead, none behind,

each walking a road only He could design.