Contemplation treads atop the soup of reality. A chance to slowly adjust to the temperature of liquid thought. Yet, one must take courage and confidence in believing when you choose to sink deep down into your own soul space that you can breathe below the surface enjoying this gift of God.
Within the moment outside of time,
My Master winks and beckons,
Infinity slides into the sublime,
Expanding each and every second.
Surrounding me with Abba’s affection.
His Presence reveals in me a deep awe,
Humbled by His Promise and each blessing,
As mercy triumph by lifting hearts not law,
Channeling grace through the cracks of my flaw.
Slowly squeezed, I emerge from frozen time –
Rested and grateful for this mountain I climbed.
The Kingdom at hand awaits the seeker to find.
By Chris Clody