We live, survive and thrive within love’s grasp—the tender canopy holding us gently all our days—and rest in God’s safe, secure arms. Love is the precursor of our existence, planned since the beginning of time, as Holy Love smiled on our arrival, our life finally unfolding before His very eyes.
God offers us an ancient love walk: a swift slide through seasons and sensations, a slow stroll of learning His ways in the fires of adversity and realms of experience, and a walk of stumbling faith over dusty, wilderness pathways and rocky terrain.
We become birthed into the new of our life’s beginning. We are offered a new birth in Christ as a fresh beginning, a clean slate start for our messed up lives and broken hearts. Because the ancient patterning from Eden still lingers in our DNA.
We are meant for more than this life can offer or convey. Though sin rules and reigns in hearts far from God, His desire is for all of us to return to our pre-Fall state by His goodness and grace, His mercy and forgiveness in Christ. And to get to know His wonderful love, its wise, ever-new and ancient ways threading through our earthly days.
On this, the first day of spring, my magnetic poetry thoughts have taken a walk into the heady days of summer and stretched into our life’s dependence on God…
Ancient love walk
A bee’s intuition is to stroll
insect-gentle and soft over blossom,
like an ancient nature love walk
above beautiful summer flowers; and
behold full, deep, moist spring beneath,
thriving like life’s thick, green river
vine wanders wildly in my soul
We once walked with God as naturally as we might accompany a good friend—relaxed, happy and chatting easily together. Now we dream hopefully, long to recapture better days, and have a deep soul yearning for our Edenic state, where we lived and walked freely, bathed in Love’s continual light.
Our urge to dream
When we recall our urge to dream,
live in love’s light and elaborate
on life’s bare beauty, let’s sit
together here and whisper of
summer swims and cool sea spray,
beating sweet as music mist
on skin, shining fast like a
thousand tiny water tongues