Now that the drain of past temporal judgments and opinions are swept out and away, my soul is less cluttered and can freely dive into the vast love, beauty and freedom of the Indwelling Trinity: His Real Presence: Father, Son and Holy Spirit.
I would love to return to poetry, to have that sweet grace and the loving, creative spark renewed in my mind, heart and soul. I don't know if the spark will come....
A spark needs
optimum conditions
to become energy
enough to incite flame.
There needs to
Be great love.
Perhaps that can come from
the two sticks or
the two pieces of flint--
such temporals--
abrasively rubbing one against
the other over a length of time.
But as soon as the spark
flies free and
the kindling ignited
with loving desire
in His Real Presence,
the temporal rub can cease.
The Trinity takes over
in the mystical realm,
the spiritual is the force and space and heat
required to keep the fire burning
deep in the soul of the being
in the Being.
That is where
I desire to exist:
in the burning fire
of His Trinitarian Love.
I don't belong to the other world.
It is not for me a welcoming place;
and only because there is this other world
there is a place for kindred souls,.
God directs:
Swim out into the deep.
Don't worry about the others,
don't tarry to extricate them
from the nets, for they are all right
where they are, in their place.
I Am is taking care of them
as I Am you.
But swim on out
into the deep, yourself.
That is where you belong.
That is your place,
where you fit in,
not mired in that which
Is not intended by
God-for-you
here, now, or ever.
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