I stand still looking into the distance lost in a panoramic vista view with grass swaying in the breeze and clouds dancing with ease
I wonder what lies in the forgotten wilderness beyond
The stillness of the air mixed with a hint of sincere absentmindedness this place of dreams, visions, tales of explorers walking, strolling, abiding into the depths of my mind’s eye an ocean of memories, vast, raw, wild
Grass stalks brushing past my legs every nerve tender on edge the distance call of the birds ring through the air running laughter of hopes shot up, feeling quiet unprepared
The trees of old move in their own ways length of branch and strength of bark ensure their core of raw power standing for days
Developed into a picture that takes your breath away all feelings of vastness leaves one dismayed that unconquerable landscape is beyond one’s reach to grasp
I speak to describe what I see, but can I clasp such detail entirely?
The view reminds one of how small they are in the great scheme a shadow cast on the floor of a forest a flower in the field of midnight’s dream a grain of sand that in the light of day gleams
It is here today and gone tomorrow
LIKE THE AFTERNOON SHADOW
ALL THINGS THAT WERE CREATED
ARE CREMATED IN THE FIRES OF FUTURE IDEAS
THE ASH STANDS TALL IN THE MOUNTAIN OF YEARS
THEY HAVE A SEASON
FOR THIS REASON IT MUST COME TO AN END
THE BIRD TO ITS NEST
AND HARE TO ITS DEN
The only memory of them ever being their is hidden in the shadows of trees
In the whisper of a breeze
That sits in the ears of man and women, that long for, seek for, crave for the endless skies, the clouds full of rain that might arise, the leaves on the wind, and the swaying of long grass as high as an elephant’s eye
Walking in this space, I feel like an intruder, invader, quiet out of place longing to simply feel apart of this great place that sweeps and engulfs my vision.
A presence that is distant at the start begins to move and cradle my heart he talks of sweet peace that is found in his presence to discover the beauty and essence of this wilderness before my eyes he beacons that I
RISE, CLASP HIS HAND
You convince yourself that the air is too clean,
How did it get to this?
Thinking that I am the only conscious being
To feel, think, and touch such bliss like the eternal kiss of sweet passions desire how can one control such a consuming fire
He whispers your name like a lover, wooing you to his side but your pride, your stubborn pride, drives you to flee
Into the jungle of ambition, the zoo of hatred, the harem of lust
I have become lost, eternally
To see the inner greed indeed frightens me that my soul is lost to this inner need to feed such selfish need sped forth from within to steer me to flee for Him towards the evil of the dark fire called Sin
I want to flee this presence run to the vastness of those years lost to daydreams and ambitions of youth, to be lost in this great void to shameful thoughts, bringing forth the brute to hand over my heart over to Him, is too great a risk
I would rather taste death’s sweet kiss
The pace is too great, now comes the chase my fear wishes to evade as His love hopes to pursue fleeing the feet pursuing with ever increasing speed
Scared of losing control, falling into this trap it seems that the past has followed me here and snap!
It is sprung, the grip of sin his slammed shut, Death has won!
At the edge of this wilderness beyond giving over to sin the deepest parts of my soul within.
The darkest night of my soul is at hand where has the peace of His presence gone? why was I glad to be rid of Him?
For my heart to be so glad of sin?
I am defenseless in this great cavern of a hole
Where is that voice of hope that I heard before?
Who spoke to me with his Word, and made me whole?
From the hidden battlements of eternity
He calls and roars like the lion entering the arena of death and gore, He shall not give up, give in, or be swayed there is too much at stake for my precious soul
But I fear the last parts of who I am are gone through running of deep currents of guilt, sorrow pours forth on and on.
The darkness of the night is shaken at its source shards of first light run forth the fire of sin roars in pain and remorse sin has stood long enough, Death has run its course
A voice bellows powerfully from the depths of the light
Darkness fights back, but cannot withstand the might
YIELD ME THAT BODY WHICH YOU HOLD, FOR YOU ARE THE CREATED AND I AM THE CREATOR, I HAVE A PURPOSE TO WHICH NO ONE CAN GRASP, MY LOVE HAS, IS, AND WILL SURPASS THE PAST
IN MY HOLD, YOU WILL GROW BOLD
RISE, CLASP MY HAND
Presence of His presence, a cloak of encompassing grace emulate from within Him showering on my face wrapped around my nakedness and shame extending His hand of steadfast love towards my feeble form ushering my hand into His, rising above storm
As I walk hand in hand with Him
I look out across those vast plains of the wilderness knowing that danger and doubt spread out before us like a canvas
Why must I walk through this emptiness again?
So beautiful on the outside, but treacherous within no one knows what the future holds in the wilderness beyond
HE SPEAKS TO ME, Oh child don’t you see
This space of land, water, and sky is not just passing you by
It is the landscape of your heart has and always was from the start
So beautifully luring and amazing created magnificence in detail and each colour has reflected my elegant and imaginative design
To find its end is too much for you are easily swayed that’s why I am here to guide you through this maze
Always wild and untamable so wickedly evil and perverted for no one can resist the fire of destruction within its depths
But there is one who has conquered this place and no evidence of destruction came forth and He left without a trace
He didn’t take away the beauty of this place to harm one but He holds his outstretched arms so that you would come to seek the beauty of your heart, through and through for its depths are deep, but His light is true
The voice speaks to me from ancient peace so deep desires that are extensive and hard to find
I hope to discover them with His guidance, strength, and have peace of mind
Tender, lost, and weary of trying my tears are many and my heart is crying for the voice that has been calling out to my heart
I let him in and he shows me where to start the adventure in the wilderness beyond has only just begun
RISE, CLASP MY HAND