Monday, December 31, 2012

In My Garden 1987 - 2012

“Would that we had ambassadors of Peace,” she said. “This was once Eden.
The once and future Eden.  But now I mourn as it languishes.”

Every day I wait for you,
Whispering the promise of your return to these prisoners
My great hope brooding over their manic despair
Great hope will not disappoint, but how to say when?
The signs are all around, so faith must be the strongest part.

“You are my gentle one, my timid one,” he replied.  “Let faith define you, not
failure. Let faith define you.”

This world is darkening and all this failing kingdom is coming to nothing.
This world darkened when my flesh was quenched
Because I am the Light
Now it darkens because it is dying itself; everything dies, in its time.

But I am alive
And I am the Life
So cling to Me
In spite of what you see

“That thee and I and the Land could be one,” she said, “It must be what Eden was.
How are we going to get home?  I know this is slated for fire; men draw wrath from the sky.”

“Beware of the double edged sword,”  he warned. “There is a sharp sword that guards the way.  Trust me to show you.  I can show you safely past the sword.”

And that which you long for was placed in you by Me.
It is a compass, pointing the way home.
The gifts I gave remain with thee
It is up to you then, rich or poor,
Civil or savage,
To use them.

Babylon will try to confuse you with her talk
And her logic
And her insatiability.
She will try to bastardize your heart;
To sell you heart of hearts
See?
Follow me and don’t keep looking back.
I know you are searching for My Garden
Only I can show you safely past the sword, Beloved.

Just a little while, and it shall come
Just as I have told you
Don’t fret
Be kind.  Be true.  Be faithful.
Wait for me.

Babylon’s day is drawing to a close
And your creatures and kindred will be free once more
There is a redemption, which all of creation longs for.

Do you understand how to be?
Witness to Me.
My Garden is yours, beloved, already yours
The sword will cut Babylon's snare
Babylon herself will not escape it
But I will show you safely past it
And set you at home in the Garden, My love.

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