Jessica L. Morris

Such a blessingto come home – after the celebrations,the journeys and adventures,the memorials,and the grand events of living – to come home to the comfort of our known spaces andto the safety of our own places – there we have peaceandcan finally rest our headsin the familiarity of our own beds.It is also true that…

Blessed be he, who perceives Your stretch – Your immense, longing, seeking, burning stretch across the entirety of universes he can never even imagine – in order to grasp his hand in Yours! Oh, the gift of that amalgamation, which is beyond his comprehension, but well within his reach, only because of Your immeasurable stretch.…

I’ve already felt it and known it in quick flashes and slanting glances here and there and everywhere but oh, so fleeting… To receive it and be redeemed by it, I must open my hands – knowing that whatever they have clenched tightly for these many years of a lifetime – will fall away, unfinished…

For so long I’ve wasted time running to false gods – all those obvious, at first, and also in the early days of lifted ignorance… But now, as I genuinely seek only the One Who Is Truth, false gods are more subtle – made of dreams and ideas – or maybe ideals – or masks…

It is cold and dark and suffocating – all illusion of power and control has vanished into its shadows – it holds me stuck isolated and alone – for as long as I am unforgiving of only one I cannot truly love any one.

The brilliance of Your coming – a mystery beyond human understanding – its light too bright for the eye to see – and yet, You came in spite of our blindness and became a walking stick – so now, at the very least, we can get up off the ground and let You lead The…

Lightness – like the fragile, transparent wings of a butterfly – enters into the place that once housed unworthiness and beams the depths of it clean, fresh, sparkling new. There is space now to receive love and grace and nourishing rains of faith – so much so that it can do nothing but give it…