Come to the Table of the Lord, A Prophetic Invitation
I have set before you a table made from the wood of My Cross. It is stained with My life giving blood. Even the wood is made alive by My essence and all things served from My table will be alive forever more. You are alive forevermore. Your name is etched in wood. Before we eat at My table, say your Thanksgiving prayer and dispense with all those preliminary things by giving Me all merited and worthy praise.
Somewhere on Another Shore
I bowed low in my place of utter need “ but in a split second", found myself upright and striding on other shores.
Essence of renewed life filled the atmosphere, floating cloud-like through my heart. Heart prints of bygone journeys entreated me, enticed me, "Follow us. We know the way."
Tattered, weather-beaten cords of another reality unraveled [...]
Keeper of the Key
Sheer panic grips her. Wiles have been perpetrated. Subtle breezes lift strands of her hair. They wrap around her neck, as if attempting to choke out any sound, any melody. Her lips part only to find silence. Velvet eyes set within a pale, soft face, like deep pools were known to flash green and blue [...]
Dark But Lovely
Can this be?
Tall grasses move in the breeze, whispering His name, brushing like kisses across my hands. Water-brooks murmur with every ripple, every bubble, effervescing wonders of His countenance. Wafting in dream-like essence across corridors of my heart, visions dance a dance of wooing love, enticing me.
Does He not know?
My face darkened by days spent [...]
