Caught Up

An old piece I stumbled upon this morning (my last day in PA before flying back to Haiti for the upcoming school year). This is from October 2013 which was my first school year. :)

I’m caught up in the flow of the grace that

Takes me captive against my calloused will

And tough-skinned lip.

My love is steeped in distant shores,

Where I am buckling at the seams and

Drenched in day-old perspiration, prayers,

Invading Heaven and touching down into my

Soul, where all things are nurtured. And

Your grace gives purpose to my mottled

Days,

And I will not dance away from the touch that

Comes to fill my soul with destiny-spattered

Hopes and dreams and

In my eyes I will find the ripples of songs long forgotten

And tunes that wear themselves thin in the recesses of my

Design.

I was made for declarations made firm, confident, laced with

Right intentions and just motives;

I was made for purity: provocatively challenging

World-instated norms;

I was intricately coiled into the age-old plans

That knit my love with Your love,

And made them into one: Your Son.

I am drawn by momentary tousles and

My eyes peer past befuddled musings,

Because they limit the heart, mind;

You are the anchor; I am anchored.

I sway not with the billowing clouds and

Restless emotions of the atmosphere.

I have come to stand firm in the midst of shadows shifting,

And lightening illuminating undressed minds,

I have come, not from my own plans, but from those

Brainstormed intuitively by the Mastermind Himself.

Since He is the anchor, I am anchored still,

And I am illuminated on the mast

For the Restorer restored me,

And I am free to reinstate the masses through

The love that abides in me,

And I will see what He sees,

When I look at You

Because I know you are more than

Tangled tendons and embittered

Photographs etched rigidly, flirtatiously

In your skull and inside your chest.

I see you not because of my 20-20

But because He gave me the eyes

That don’t see you as the world sees you,

Though temptations have seized me;

I choose to see you as the Life-Giver sees you,

And that is the image I will breathe into.

Shine!

Blink!

Beat!

Arise!

Wake-up!

Enough!

You. Are. Alive!

You.

Are.

ALIVE!

Tackle the darkness that dipped your brow low,

For the dawn is coming and has already come,

And One who was found worthy

Sits on the throne,

Pronouncing your name:

Over, and over, and over again.

There is no shame,

There is no distance,

There is no confusion,

There is resolution,

There is reconciliation,

There is light beam invading aorta, vein, limb, muscle.

There is delivery of promises that never grows moldy,

There is love requited because it doesn’t grow for its own pleasure alone.

There is a life after death; your death is not subsidiary—it is necessary and purposeful.

Eat, be full, for the table is prepared.

Today we die;

Today we live.

Today we hunger;

Today we dine.

Extend the tankard that runs empty by the hour,

For no longer will withered limbs be revived

By temporary fill,

Today we dine with the Wonder of the World.

Today we die to truly be made alive.

Wake up, my friend, for the sleeper knows not the

Fruit of love,

Wake up to taste the True Vine!

Wake up to leave distorted eyelids behind,

Wake up to dance for revival of aching souls is resting in the palm of your heart!

Wake up!

Your Deliverer has come!