Jessica L. Morris

I wonder if I was there still when my lungs burst forth with that first cry…? Maybe that’s why I cried – because this world had ripped me from the paradise of being all I was created to be.Now, that would make it all make sense – the seekingthe searchingthe runningandhiding,the tears anddesperation, and, oh,…

What on earth are we trying to say?The decimal level is either too loud or too intenseor barely audible.We cannot even hearour own words.This intensely loud silencehas crushed the ears of our hearts andeven though we can seeour mouths movingand feel our hands flailing there is stillnothingwe can hear.

The stones of the temple – massiveheavystubborn – must be overturned.An impossible task – and not just that – unwanted as well.An unwanted impossible taskparalyzing petrifying stripping the one who stays stuckof life and love and light.Perfection – so heavy a stone to budge. And Satan smirks. *With thanks to Anthony de Mello’s The Way…

What tinge of shamehas ever caused healingor evenrefrain from sin?Only that which forced me to hide my face in the muck until breath was absent and the door of life nearly shut.There where I could no longer see or hear or taste anything of this world was where Your Presence I first sensed – cloaked…

Like the wafting aroma of sweet honeysuckle blooms near a sticky summer sunset God’s joy flows in andout and all around my soul cleansing my breath of this day’s foibles and snares… until the joy He brings my heart can now share.

You, dear Lord, You are all I need. You fill every cavernously empty spotwith an elixirbeyond description. No food,no drink,no drug,no manhas ever – or will ever – produce such joy!You, dear Lord,You are all I’ll ever need.

It is as if I’ve been awakened from a dream – gasping breaths relax down to a calming rhythm and long, barely lit hallways are now nature’s paths deeply held by bold and soft colors and blended with the soothing songs of doves. Because now I see He Is There Everywhere – shining His light…

Clean waterBird songsThe first sip of coffee in the morningFresh fruitLoving hugsThe silence of snow falling Renewed faithHands to holdThe promise of fulfilled longingThere is not enough paperin all the worldto capture all this glory!