Torn

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I have sweat so much blood

In this Eden turned Gethsemane,

Died so many deaths,

Been consumed in the furnace of this world,

That I am now

More Spirit than substance

More Flame than flesh

Torn

Like that Veil

Two thousand years ago

To let in Heaven

-The very Veil men, 

mere hirelings who purport to represent Providence

Have spent centuries patching up,

The repulsive presumption of peddling Providence from pulpits

The high treason of imposing taxes on the exports of Heaven -

So He finds a way around

As He always has,

Like a River running around impertinent pebbles

Like an Ocean surging over impostor shores

Through Ruffian Royalty

Through human holy of holies,

Through those who,

Like their Leader,

Would lay down their lives

Would give their all

Would be Torn

So that Living Water

and Covenant Blood

Could once again

Flow Freely

For the sake of seeing His Kingdom Come

For the sake of His Will be Done

For the sake of once again

Letting in His "Let there be..."

For the sake of His Beloved,

Let us be

Torn

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-Matthew 6:10

Beloved Beginning

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We all know the story,

"In the Beginning

God Created..."

Birds and Brooks,

Moonrises and Mountains,

Wind, Sand, and Stars...

All that we see

He brought into being

By speaking a Word,

"Let There Be...",

~ With one Staggering Exception ~

When it came to creation's climax

The Most High's magnum opus,

Namely,

Mankind,

It was not a detached dictum

With which we were fashioned,

But rather God made a distinction in our design

By taking a Hands-on approach...

All the wonders previously formed

Became mere backdrop

As in this pinnacle moment,

"Let there be..."

became

"Let Us make..."

The Potter proceeded to push up His sleeves,

Pick up His clay,

And with a tenderness that brought all of Heaven to tears

This Master Craftsman got His Hands dirty

As He,

In The Beginning,

In the first intimate interaction

Between Deity and dust,

Skillfully Sculpted

His friend,

His companion,

His Beloved

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Genesis 1:26-27

fools?

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God fits into our finite framework

The way an oak tree condescends to fit into an acorn

Considering our scale against the backdrop of our solar system

(Which is, in itself,

A mere drop in the ocean of the universe)

A modicum of humility may be in order,

A pause

In our passing of judgement

May be called for,

Before doling out

Our "God is Dead" dictums;

The scale lent us by the stars and space

Should silence such impertinence

God lends His vision to our limited lens

Tucks Himself into our tiny existence,

Which holds about five factors

of the Billion Factor equation

in which we live, and move, and have our being...

The factors on which we so cleverly base our conclusions

About the Creator of the universe,

The Most High God,

The Supreme Being...

........how cute of us..........

.....how 

Absolutely

Adorable....

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"The fool has said in his heart, 'There is no God' "

-Psalm 14:1