The white sun gathers brilliant on my panes, stretches warm over skin long bare from lonely. Winter ache melts fast in the heat of his stare. Stark thoughts scatter myriad, forgotten beneath blue ocean.
Drowsy depths open easy at first, awash with bright the petals. Abrupt, Spirit draws curtains wide for burst in hallowed exposition. Raw need hungers, thirsts. I turn my face to sun's pavilion. Beauty blinds in tears, banishes fear and false religion.
I reach beyond what I know, these burnished stones strewn decussate the shores of simple faith, touch amber glass beneath His feet. Scorched fingers linger long in the rays. Release. Seven torches all blaze watch flying ship sway lost and found in molten Sea.
Yeshua. He sears me with His gaze. He is Sun. He is fire. I breathe and burn, a living flame.
Joy overshadows and hope rises lofty in the fray. Healing waters stir, flood ancient gates, crash cracks and crags buoyant.
Righteous wings reach low, gather holy. I am His.
And He is mine.
As one. We soar.
“But for you, sunrise! The sun of righteousness will dawn on those who honor my name, healing radiating from its wings. You will be bursting with energy, like colts frisky and frolicking. And you'll tromp on the wicked. They'll be nothing but ashes under your feet on that Day."
God-of-the-Angel-Armies says so.
- Malachi 4:2,3 (The Message)
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