FOCUS: Windswept
Beloved,
For this is a forbidden place
A place where only angels dare to tread
Uncontaminated
In their pure white gowns
Wearied and wise
They come
With calloused feet and war-wounded hearts
Arms filled with treasures from their long journey
They gather before You in Your praise
And You in theirs
For they have served You well
Sleep-dazed and blinking
Mind scrambling to remember how I arrived here
I am not dressed in white, as they are
Nor do I carry splendid offerings
I have not been to battle
I have not suffered
I’m not sure I even know Your name!
Desperately seeking an escape
But then it happened
I saw You...
Eyes of a lamb and face of God
And my soul rose up like an exorcism
I could not stop from calling out
Voice loud and trembling
Echoing off the pristine walls
Agony of the Eternity spent without You
Regret
Bliss
Love
Your memory sweeping over me
Thousands of Pure eyes upon me
I beg for Your touch
Even as Your fingers stroke my conscience
And trail along the length of my blemished soul
Tortured and enraptured
My unworthiness forgotten
I can’t know anything but You
I want to run wild with You
Windswept and shameless
I want to be Free…
Amen.
by Siren

Oh Amen!
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