His Book

It’s the color of November, gray blue weak as water… yet water can change the strongest steel, the sturdiest breath, silenced by the water’s still, calm gesture… in laughing swells, tears like currants, blistering the surface of azure seas, growing, rising, surging with energies, melodies of light, flowing beyond the moment into the blessings of a song where hope rises… all night long, on the verge of wonder where my heart aches, seeing the waters flesh against the raw liquid, blazing like the distance, where light erases the shadows, healing all the imaginings, the streams curving through the rivers, blessing, settling, reflecting… the meaning of what begins when October ends, as November sends her whisper, sighing like Sunday where the journey ceases to be a burden, becoming something worthy, a moment He prepares for those who believe Him, when He says He is bringing… joy overflowing, living waters, the tides bursting over the surface of shame and guilt, leaving a trail of sensitive, forgiveness that lifts the spirit and embraces eternally embraces, those who believe seeing the truth in the rhythm sunshine bleeding through storms, shining so all the world can see… He is the light, the beautiful, the miracle that agrees… beyond the still waters flows a love like we’d never be capable of seeing without the eyes He opened when He rescued us from our nonbelief our sins, washed away by the lasting peace that He forever leaves… singing to our spirits, reassuring, redeeming, saving souls from the worst there is, a life without the One whose song continues on… leaving the world with a hope that love sings while God redeems, freeing the souls who believe He is … everything that means anything everything that sees… our need, salvation from the sins that defeat, freedom from the doubt and despair, He saves us so we’re forever alive, forever with the love that abides when He crushes our pride, and signs our name in His book of life!