Soak

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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...

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"Here am I, Send me"

-Isaiah 6:8