In the Midst of Mayhem

Take a moment to quiet the spirit.

Can you hear that? A new sound of revelation comes down. It resounds in the simple rain [reign] of fingers caressing strings and voices softly singing with the springs; dancing with vibration and mating with each of the tones of praise created. A new passion slowly arising. Could this truly be? The pungent smell of seasons changing - all the signs align, though all I can think of now is how long it has been since I last sang your song, since I last whispered your name.

Yahweh.

For you alone are Holy. [Holy, Holy] You are the only one that satisfies. Only you can quench my inner fire, nourish my dreams, and tend all my desires. If this is not what you want from me, then please speak it clear to me as all too often I am deaf to your calling. I do however, still remember the sound of your voice, just like the one calling in the desert.

I know all my days are blessed by you. Daily I am humbled and constantly renewed. Continue to teach me to obey. I want to seek You in all that I do. Thank you Spirit for the strength to pursue. Praise you Holy one. All praise be to you.