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.