Tuesday, September 13, 2016



I seek not Rote and Rhetoric,
Tedious Recitations,
Tired, Tiring Prose...

I crave a Companion,
Like David,
Earthy, Amateur,
Unprofessional, Unpolished,
Who was after My Heart,
Not only My Hand

I tire of jots and tittles,
i's dotted, t's crossed...
I search for one
who would trade dogma for Deity
Who would know Me
not just what is said about Me

I long for one
with whom I can walk,
A sponge I can soak
and saturate
in Spirit

Through whom I can be wrung out
into this,
My beloved world...


"Here am I, Send me"
-Isaiah 6:8

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