I thirst for you like a salty tongue.
No amount quenches my yearning heart.
My spirit feels trapped,
Yet is shown intense shocks of light rays through her cage
Dampness and coldness swirl the area
As a heavy body hangs forward in despair
I cry out to you –
No not me my spirit.
My spirit is beaming out of my chest
Holding on to the bars around it waiting to be freed.
She craves to be a part of light in a room where everyone has dimmed their light to listen to the wisdom you have placed deep within.
The more I crave –
The more I press in, and the more I have no idea when she will shine.
Father when will you free her completely?
Only you know. In the meantime,
I relish in the flashes of light where my spirt devours me
Oh, Father, let me out.
These flashes of my devouring spirit are when I feel the freest.
The most at peace.
The most purposeful.
The door is unlocked and open
All I have to do is step out
How do I do it? Where do I go?
Father, my spirit is ready to be all of me.
I surrender my mind (soul) and body to let my authentic self shine and thrive.
Each day I choose to die to self so I can freely live with love.
Father, I’m ready.