Stolen Away

I saw myself being picked up

and sitting on the Fathers lap.

My head resting on His chest.

I knew this time had been given to me.

I knew the Father stole me away

and brought me to a spacious place.

All attempts at pulling me back

were deflected.

This was His time

with me.

Time to eat honey

and wild locust.

Time to refocus.

Time to listen,

just to listen…

and be refreshed.

Still the picture of sitting on His lap…

”She’s mine!”

His hand holding others away.

Togetherness.

Adoring.

Safety.

Focused.

Protected.

Still water.

Powerful covering.

So close I feel His heartbeat.

Affection received.

Demands only a distant noise.

I am growing stronger

as I rest.

Weeping

from loves focus,

truth penetrating,

deeply

to affect my core.

Lies and masks exposed,

removed,

made powerless.

Identity, restored.

Nothing demanded,

love exchanged.

Stillness.

Hope growing,

peace that sustains.

Empowerment

fear crushed

and faith growing from the ashes.

Unshakable vision

that sustains

and changes vision

like glasses

for the inferior sight,

clarity.

Truth,

light,

love.

c. Kim Damon 2013