Tear Feelings Into Words From Another Kingdom

Father, 

when my heart transcends 

from that place so restricted 

with this world’s holds, 

I instantly find Peace 

that lifts whatever was heavy 

from me 

and I’m into something Good. 

It has to be You; 

for only You are Good. 

The sweetness of it 

carries me as if feasting; 

for I want to stay, 

to observe, 

to consume as much as the moment 

will allow. 

Worship seems to be 

what is filling up in me. 

Is that Your Love consuming me, 

which puts my heart 

into a return system 

working to purify 

with its flow of transfusions 

of greatness of who You are?  

Why do tears take over 

so often during this time? 

Why are they dropping 

from my eyes 

like an overflow 

of kindness within, 

spilling forth 

knowledge of again, 

this Good? 

It stirs like a cycle 

of thoughts 

and then without notice, 

they drop 

as something within 

accepts its message 

of Love explanations 

that are impossible to write

without its feel. 

For feeling love 

then writes of love 

and this life triggers 

something new every time. 

Returning to my First Love 

is the fountain 

of Life from above. 

Showering in new riches 

that are far more powerful 

than something that is just felt… 

and/or something that is just written. 

This Love is pure… 

it comes from 

the emotions created in me 

to feel and write, 

feel and speak, 

feel and act upon. 

Like Jesus who felt 

the Father’s Love 

throughout His ministry 

and everyday life. 

From this point, 

Jesus is able 

to bring His conversation 

alive to me

in such a new way. 

From this place 

comes anointing 

that moves this world’s hold 

from my grip 

and releases fire 

into my words and actions. 

When I lose the knowledge 

of how mighty 

Your Love for me is, 

I lose so much words 

and actions into nothingness.

I am breathing

but not.

I am seeking life

but not.

I am singing

but not.

But as Your Love

sends its goodness

upon the wings of 

Your Messengers,

Your touches,

Your paths;

I fly far above the world.

I fly with the strength to be alive.

So while I wait upon each moment,

I store up worship that

will come about as my

treasures to You. 

Feelings that call out

to unite with words

for their dance to continue

as they breathe from

another kingdom. 

I will find Holy as a life,

not just a word.

I will find devotion 

as a breathing emotion,

not just a word.

I will experience connection

as favor of pleasing

time standing still.

Tears, mine! 

Sharing my feelings with You

as I write from their song.