Much is seen in the invisible
Wind's movements can be recorded
But what do you see with your naked eye?
My movements are unseen but real and can be felt
You push into spaces and spheres of the unknown
And yet...I know all
I Am all
Time does not trap Me as you, my dear friend
Time's hands race across shadowy places
You do not see an end
I Am at the beginning point
Light spilling into prisms of color and shading
Fractured beams raised to My praise of light-bearing thankful hearts
Grace-filled notes from your being when you praise and thank Me
Your soul is magnified in My praise
Even in the tiniest trace of timid thankfulness for blessings bestowed
I reside
Wide, open berths of ocean-filled treasures await you in praise
Do not hold back
Do not hold back
Press into prisms of praise in a world of, yes, fractured rhapsody.
All things are complete in Me
Sometimes you do not see
But . . . what did I tell you in the beginning?
Let there be light
Much is seen in My invisible light
My movement
My grace
My mercy
My love
Pinpoints of My light to pierce your days
All pointing into My eternity
Light-bending, racing colors
Fluid and steel
Solid and flowing
The elements at My command
All things bend to Me
I have no need of you
But you have need of Me
And yet I reach for you, my little one
In kindness, love, and mercy
I reach out to you
Come to Me
Psalm 119:105 "Your Word is a lamp to guide my feet and a light for my path."
4/26/13
