Expeditious Movements

 

                 Sitting here on the edge of no where I stand

looking out at the morning sea, trying to wonder how I can capture the purest things of interest in my hands


           Many Movements were imitation.  Blond, bland & bleak.  

Moving with the soothing sounds of intimidation, I had to take a peek.

So I did, pushing the waters away with holy blessed land.


           To know that you are all powerful is pleasing in its covenant disguise.  

It is soothing to know that you are the one that speaks directly to the sun about issues that dreams only dream.

It is a very blessed sensation to share a perspective of this life in God’s all aware eyes.  

Yet the purest thing seems to evade my grasp like my hands washing in a stream of air-birthed cream.

           Noticing that this was all than I had in the matter of a minus possession.

 Leaning more towards the light, I used all of my might to shield myself from my own protection…

wanting to walk upon this water.  Dare I sat that I make this movement everyday & will continue until there is no until to fulfill.


                                   3.15.04