Yearning

There is a yearning,
elusive,
set deep within my soul:
residing
in the frayed ends;
in the healed
and the untouched places;
aching
for unfulfilled wholeness
and something else.
Unspoken words of the
monsoon
roaring, aching, sweeping
wrecked
and desperate
in the noise of need;
All the unanswered
shouts
and whispers;
even Silence's dreams
spin out to some
empty
equation—though sometimes
You bring a cascading
peace
a potent heartbeat of
joy
...But I still need
more
of You.
You fulfill,
but in this season or lifetime
(I couldn't say which)
every pulse asks
more.

a glimpse

Holy, holy, holy

is the Lord God Almighty

Who was and is and is to come

- In these pure, open voices I hear the nations.

I see a multitude—or have a sense of it

people unending

voices        voices

singing, praising

colors rich, all hues

from all corners of the earth

a swelling fullness of beauty

selves made whole,

all given over to Him

completely, nothing held back
  together lost in worship, adoration to their King.

Our King.    

                           Come, beloved.  Join the dance.