~~~~~~~~~
Sometimes,
Writing a message from My Light,
Or reading one,
Hearing His music,
Kneeling in His worship,
Sitting at His feet,
Or under His cross,
Or walking with Him in this thick here-and-now,
In wonder,
In humility,
Gratefully,
I approach that thin place.
Gracefully,
He allows me to perceive it,
To touch its elusive, wispy certainty,
Delicate, like a hint of misty fragrance,
Even to weave my fingers through it
To sense where The Father is.~
~That holy thin place which, so lightly,
So fleetingly, separates;
So gently lies between
This weighty place,
Where I am,
And eternity.
~ ~ ~
Alone in the Rockies.
Gloryteller 
Oct 30, 2013 @ 11:25:57
As brief as those moments may be, anticipating the next one sustains me……..ron
Oct 30, 2013 @ 13:32:18
Sweet sustenance. You won’t ever have to wait long. (Wait, Long) 😉