The pressures of this world, no number to consign,
The Rest assured and then endewed, upon us so Divine!
We’re lifted up above the weight of worldly troubles too,
Then now we feel the Weightyness, His Power to impart,
Once bent low for fear and dread,
He’s lightened heavy loads, all burdens gone to bed,
New Heaviness bestowed, the likes; constraining kind,
Though now, lightened and lifted be, we bend lower still, in greater Light, the one, for all to see.
His Light to shine, in all of me, at Rest, replete in Him,
The Strength to be, all I can be, in perfect harmony.
Made one in Him, from time first start and walking on this way,
Though dearly cost Him, no greater Joy can say.

Lost…then found in Rest.

Yet Still, in storm and tempest be, in darkness or in Light;
the Path, the Way so hardly can be seen,
though sight be blinded, founded firm;
most strongly Resteth there.
The bed of restlessness changeth instantly,
into one of deeply, softest, mist,
shrouded now not, He forthwith shown assuredly.
For in ones reaching, stretching ever more to but attain to Him, indeed already thine is oned in Him.
The strangest answer of thine own expectation, longing met in Resting ever still, for all at once thy hunger starts, the thirst for more is oned, it’s perfect match so paired to Him, and never once was part, though it did seem so.
The apprehension of this knowing seeming impossible, now tis all that one can glean.
The knowing and the showing in all but space nor time nor knowing could forth tell,
for only in the self same space tis all of it made well.

How can it be, that Rest that be
By nature Peaceful, yet at self-same time
entirely exhausting?
It is a work, the one of Stillness
To perform, attaining yet unhurriedly
Does the all of self, in stretch and strain
Requiring and engaging all efforts – yet none of thine own strength, for none forbear to be, every fibre of ones being alive and working while at Rest.
In Rest, thine work, now found resplendently.

Key carriers…

Deep friendships are this…a gift, as yet, truly known or plumbed by the majority. The beginnings, belies the Greatness of the ‘walking in it.’ There are a few that hold the key and with willingness and tender steps; we’ll see all the more a Beauty Body-full of these.
The Source, the Key and in the door unlock, hearts hurting then all at once made whole in Him again…may we be the Key carrier’s…indeed!
Show us Lord, hearts to be unlocked, with more delights in store for thee and them, to partake, digest and to invest for many others, do same take time and do divest.

The Wonder-Meant of friends!

A most delicious truth: the close and deeper we attend to His Presence, the more we so enjoy too, the nearness of our brothers ..that God doesn’t rent more space between us; His very Presence melts away the gaps.
In the nearerness to Him…yet breaks down every dividing wall between ‘his members’ and all the more – He LOVES to share.
This is something of very significant importance…we are being made to we can show the way, for others in this type of fellowship. Since we know it is so lacking, for fear or dread of; I do not know non-acceptance or judgments from another brother, but this is not His best intentions. This is, that NO FEAR abide between us…for He abides right there. At first, it may seem ‘uncomfortable’ and most fearful a thing, to expose oneself wholly in this manner to another, but only that we have laid bare and naked before our Maker – we have nothing whatsoever to hide. For we are found and hid in Him and therefore, Free indeed, to be exactly who we are: me to you to be!
Indeed I am, a little ‘snippet’ to you, a glimpse of His dear Kind and most amazing creativity and you to me. And in this, we see Him assuredly and clear and in Wonder-Meant we look and look and delight we truly share: He is in you and in me too, no distance to compare.
Now – knowing this, too, for this same Love is not for us to hold, yet we behold indeed, the Gloriousness and what are we to do?…
Yet share and share it all the more, that others would enjoy, the Richness of deep fellowship in Love…Oh to be told!

Applying salve..

No man wills to go, into places of his brother’s life, of dry and cragginess – being offensive of all senses. God wills that we be willing, even bold enough to go, delivering such His salve of many Graces. Yet He, no hesitation only hastens be, all the more…to fill in all fullness of Himself. Therein too, all satisfaction be so evident, that brothers be enlightened, nay helped too, as this one goes where no other yet has feared to tread; carrying self-same Salve for soul ahungering in dry desolates places. For now, no fear at all abides to traverse that narrow entryway, for Grace has walked this way, nay not so entered in as yet, but now, with simple humble servant to deliver His adew. The beginning just to show and apply, that this Salve is the beginning of His flow of Liquid Love and door be open for much more, of endless flow.

Inside processes belies..

That I would feel you God and sense you, see you even, closer and nearer to Thee; but if I don’t, that I would ‘know you’ and this knowing be enough..that we are oned together, from beginning of time til there is no end…for this is so, the Truth and Grace, Mercy, Goodness and Kindness…there is no wrath or seperation; that notion to depart..begone forever, no matter what befall.


The ‘inside’ processes belies the outward machinations…as clothes hang from a body, with no life in them at all. The internal world, the environment and organics of all that underpins the external world, the Great deposit sits within and we may never know, yet may we continue to discover the fullness within….with Greatest Care and Deepest Delight…for this is Life itself, and Love to grew in and shew.


Another paradox:
In busyness we can be at Rest
and in Rest we achieve the very most and best work!
Is work apart from Rest – achieving anything at all?
Which comes first…the work or rest?
In each, they are visible, yet are they truly indivisible?
…head pain…I know!
Must get some rest…or should I work instead?

Patient in my impatience be..

Is it possible to be my ‘impatience’?
Such a ‘tugofwar’…truly most ruthless and unruly,
Tyrannical and diabolical it’s outcome hoves to be…
So holding on to this, in NOW
and time alone and God speed brings
what in His serendipity…we’ll see,
Not knowing isn’t really so hard,
If resting and to Him give and letting,
all in His hands so replete
Confident and trusting,
in thought and deed sublime
it’s does, though oft times look..
so ridiculous: “Am I blind?”
But ”NO!” I must reply to self,
in quick and hasten be,
A quiet gentle whisper is the pleasure waiting me,
If to this stillness I ‘steel myself away’,
where no mere mortal nor animal to nay,
I that sweet place, of ”nothingness” and space,
What my soul is hungering the most…not time, not deed, nor direction heed,
But only my Lord’s sweetest look of welcome, upon His face,
and then to flounce into His arms and rest, His strong arms do embrace,
What Joy and ecstasy…abounding more and more…
Just when I thought the best would be; to walk right out the door.