Poem – Awake

Awake Awake

We are those awake

Breathing Breathing

Holy exchange

From Him Through Him  To Him

Is my everything

Yearning expectancy

Satisfied in the waiting

Leaning Leaning

The crutch of Glory

Rivers running

Flooding

Toes Ankles Waist Shoulders

Drowning

Hearing Whispers Whispers

Softness Coolness Eden

Splendor shrouds me

Secret Place abounding in me

Raptured and Captured

Safe and sound

Awake Awake

We are those Awake

 

 

 

 

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