The Desert Shall Bloom: A desert maiden, tired and worn, came in out of the heat quite unadorned, in search of her beloved, her turtle dove.  Determined yet weary, she looked to rise above all the images that held her back, all those things that told her she was full of lack. A desert maiden, quite comely in form, came in from an east gate. Seeking to be transformed by the fire of His spirit and the purity of His love, purposed to instruct her just as Boaz did Ruth; as a husband of valor sent from above.

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The Flight of a Firebird: I see wings of love flying above the chaos. Moving on the wind with grace like a hidden key. I hear birds singing and the wind racing across the sky, freeing me to hum along as I draw nigh. I feel nothing, but light overcomes me, though this world has gotten dark, revealing within it a unique ark. I know it's all held within my mind, and yet I still believe there is power to change what we conceive.

 

The Gleanings of Ruth: In Boaz field, there is food to glean for the one who will walk as Ruth and receive the unseen, into a heart that is thirsty and soberly aware. Knowing now is the time, and there is not a day to spare. Yet deep in the pages of this unwritten book, there is a light burning that bears another look. Pure in essence, and untouched by time, purposed to be established line upon line. 

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The Heart of Love: I write to show compassion in the midst of strife. I write to become unencumbered by others' insight. I write to bring peace where there is no real joy. I write to live as a vessel, fully formed, that hate can not destroy. I write to create a little beauty from what flows within. I write to keep my heart open to what makes love win. I write to give my own spirit the freedom to fly ...above. I write in hopes of others being blessed as I have to hear the song of the turtledove. 

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The Master's Call:  Uncommon is the call to one who would hear the master as He comes near. His voice moves like the wind, removing what cannot stand, and building with a passion according to the plan. Calling one to come to the threshing room floor, I know I am prepared for what is in store. As it rips away the veil of fear so that I can see, life has its refuge and hidden keys.

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The Owl's Edge: Night envelops my view in a darkness I can't assume is entirely doom and gloom. Stillness consumes my heart within, and my mind is released as my fears grow dim. The day breaks with the sweet scent of morning dew, causing me to embrace the joy of something new. Knowing this journey is neither black nor white. A complete surrender becomes my delight. Walking the ridge as the mystery unfolds. I am aware of the things that can make the heart grow cold. Tempered by an experience that can seem unreal, this lampstand is ready to break every seal.

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There is Oil in the Lamp: There is oil in the lamp, and it’s precious to see ignited and fueled by the word of three. Lost to its brilliance as one strikes the winning match, moved by this substance one sees to whom they are attached, there is oil in the lamp. His purpose is sealed in a common clay vessel, his treasure is revealed, there is oil in the lamp. Breathless with this love, held close in his embrace, my being’s aflame, with the balance of his grace, there is oil in the lamp. 

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To Him I Belong: To be made hollow to receive his seed, to become empty and let him lead. To see the true nature and then stand strong, this I desire to him I belong. To be lit with a fire that cannot be put out, to realize it fully, and not question what it's about. To yield completely in with a heart of praise, and to live in this union the rest of my days, this I desire to be my very life's breath.

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​Waterways Within: Out of a tiny seed comes hidden fruit about to take root. Out of a barren field comes a mystery that once was sealed. Out of a mist of rain comes the will to heal. Out of a rolling stream comes a release of forgotten dreams. Out of the gardener's hand comes a rose as pure as white moonbeams.

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