Your Kingdom
I can feel you even now as you read these words, Loving a little creature in the fields within the hedge I call home. The memory of you, that is the root of my heart has called every particle of my being to point the true north of your unfaltering currents. Your meditation sustains my existence. Your gentle promptings direct the movements of the correction of my soul, on its journey to the pathless wilderness that impels me. As the exodus from the world of branches to the very root of the white fire from where the eternal tree grows, the unspeakable betrays its silence only with a hollowed song the that sings your very name to me. And I can only sing back to you from my heart, for my voice fails to resound from within the wooded canyon that I carve underfoot, on my way to you.
I can sense you here, as these thoughts echoed in your memory, on the wings of the one moment, completed at the extension of your love for me, launched in to existence behind the flaming curtain beyond the sky. Its as if you were here in this canyon with me, on these words with me, like a ranger, hidden but tracking my every move as a protector who keeps vigilance over his kin. As if you where the trees, the ferns and the gullies I navigate cross, and the stones that I used as an indigenous pathway across the river.
Where I have journeyed you were there, like a thief, stealing the stones from underneath me. You set my pace, my destination and my pathway with your concealed maneuvers, and I fallow as a slave to my destiny. And this wilderness, that once made me into an alien with its foreboding, now becomes the new home of my soul as I forever rejoice in the majesty of Your Kingdom.
