While soaking on God's presence last year around this time, I began to write what I was feeling and this poem was formed:
There is a sound rising up in my heart coming forth from the east toward the west
bubbling up inside me like a river it circles and pools in my heart,
like a whirlpool it swirls and swirls.
I see white-water bubbling in it’s rage;
But it’s joy! It’s joy and freedom! Wild and free to flow!
Holding nothing back, I give it to you the waters of my heart, the flow within.
No one's going to hold me back any more.
No more fear, no more shame, no more accusations, no more lies, no more distractions,
no more confusion! Only peace, only joy. Let it rise God let it rise!
Nothing else matters in God’s presence, some get lost in fantasies to escape realities, I escape fantasies to get lost in His reality. God’s presence is more real than the real I see.
I can’t see Him but I breathe Him! Every breath brings life!
With every breath I take in, I close my eyes and I feel His face touch mine
Some day I will open my eyes and see Him there! -by BrisyO