tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196108313920384745.post1046143541802732875..comments2023-07-23T23:52:17.388-04:00Comments on Divine Alignment: An Open BookHimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03060145600210103461noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196108313920384745.post-74218448195536971602013-05-14T20:00:06.250-04:002013-05-14T20:00:06.250-04:00That makes me very happy!!That makes me very happy!!Himhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03060145600210103461noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196108313920384745.post-30276177661019552242013-05-14T18:32:45.318-04:002013-05-14T18:32:45.318-04:00..never have truer words been written to reflect t... ..never have truer words been written to reflect the sentiment of the She in Me.... I will know this hand when it is upon Me, and He will know He has lain it, No longer need for word, what was lost now found Essence embodying grace in action will unlock all that is bound within Me... <br />"<br />Certainly the words are wonderful.<br />The soft pages that yield to the hand<br />while giving it grip<br />and texture<br />all add to the experience<br />that is the story.<br />But like all books,<br />they are all words<br />that express a piece of something larger<br />and cannot in totality<br />reveal the mystery that lies within....<br />the word beyond the words,<br />the holy of holies.<br /><br />The real mystery<br />the great wonder of all wonders<br />lies beyond the page and words<br />into the very binding<br />that holds it all together<br />and it is she<br />who awaits the hand<br />that would undo them<br />gently<br />carefully<br />just to know how she is made<br />how she is put together<br />how she desires to hold all of what she is<br />into one tightly knit frame.<br /><br />it is by his hand that he undoes her.<br />it is not to take her apart<br />but to worship<br />the skill<br />and grace<br />that has put this all together as it is,<br />to take her apart<br />and then know her so well<br />that he can put her safely<br />and expertly<br />back together<br />as if nothing had ever happened<br />and as if everything had.<br /><br />She has been waiting for this<br />not fully realizing<br />just how tightly the strings of her own binding<br />have been laced.<br />Fearful<br />perhaps<br />of letting all those cherished leaves<br />fly upon the wind.<br /><br />But with him<br />he does not cast them away<br />or aside<br />nor seek to undo<br />for some purpose beyond his own worshipfulness.<br />In doing this<br />she somehow knows how she is made to be read<br />seen<br />and understood<br />and without his undoing of her<br />could she ever hope<br />to know the masterwork<br />of her own binding<br />which can now be laid loose<br />so the book opens wide<br />and her own soulfulness<br />set to flow deeper into those crisp<br />softened pages does open.<br /><br />It isn't that she doesn't know<br />the mystery that he seeks.<br />She is this mystery<br />feels it<br />every time a new word is writ<br />or new chapter entered.<br />it is she who awaits<br />for the knowing eye<br />to get that there is something more<br />beyond all appearances.<br /><br />Her binding<br />like her heart<br />do open wide<br />in soulful surrender<br />an alignment to the very vibration<br />that moves her<br />and reminds her<br />that she is not alone.<br /><br />Every book is this<br />and craves the look<br />that will reach into it<br />beyond its own words<br />and story<br />down into the marrow of it<br />into the binding<br />and lacing<br />and neatly controlled borders<br />of its perfect being.<br />And every reader does crave to<br />look deeply into just such a book<br />to read her words<br />like a sacred and silent prayer<br />of knowing<br />and communion. "<br />~AAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196108313920384745.post-72896315659109219572013-05-14T18:32:08.254-04:002013-05-14T18:32:08.254-04:00..never have truer words been written to reflect t... ..never have truer words been written to reflect the sentiment of the She in Me.... I will know this hand when it is upon Me, and He will know He has lain it, No longer need for word, what was lost now found Essence embodying grace in action will unlock all that is bound within Me... <br />"<br />Certainly the words are wonderful.<br />The soft pages that yield to the hand<br />while giving it grip<br />and texture<br />all add to the experience<br />that is the story.<br />But like all books,<br />they are all words<br />that express a piece of something larger<br />and cannot in totality<br />reveal the mystery that lies within....<br />the word beyond the words,<br />the holy of holies.<br /><br />The real mystery<br />the great wonder of all wonders<br />lies beyond the page and words<br />into the very binding<br />that holds it all together<br />and it is she<br />who awaits the hand<br />that would undo them<br />gently<br />carefully<br />just to know how she is made<br />how she is put together<br />how she desires to hold all of what she is<br />into one tightly knit frame.<br /><br />it is by his hand that he undoes her.<br />it is not to take her apart<br />but to worship<br />the skill<br />and grace<br />that has put this all together as it is,<br />to take her apart<br />and then know her so well<br />that he can put her safely<br />and expertly<br />back together<br />as if nothing had ever happened<br />and as if everything had.<br /><br />She has been waiting for this<br />not fully realizing<br />just how tightly the strings of her own binding<br />have been laced.<br />Fearful<br />perhaps<br />of letting all those cherished leaves<br />fly upon the wind.<br /><br />But with him<br />he does not cast them away<br />or aside<br />nor seek to undo<br />for some purpose beyond his own worshipfulness.<br />In doing this<br />she somehow knows how she is made to be read<br />seen<br />and understood<br />and without his undoing of her<br />could she ever hope<br />to know the masterwork<br />of her own binding<br />which can now be laid loose<br />so the book opens wide<br />and her own soulfulness<br />set to flow deeper into those crisp<br />softened pages does open.<br /><br />It isn't that she doesn't know<br />the mystery that he seeks.<br />She is this mystery<br />feels it<br />every time a new word is writ<br />or new chapter entered.<br />it is she who awaits<br />for the knowing eye<br />to get that there is something more<br />beyond all appearances.<br /><br />Her binding<br />like her heart<br />do open wide<br />in soulful surrender<br />an alignment to the very vibration<br />that moves her<br />and reminds her<br />that she is not alone.<br /><br />Every book is this<br />and craves the look<br />that will reach into it<br />beyond its own words<br />and story<br />down into the marrow of it<br />into the binding<br />and lacing<br />and neatly controlled borders<br />of its perfect being.<br />And every reader does crave to<br />look deeply into just such a book<br />to read her words<br />like a sacred and silent prayer<br />of knowing<br />and communion. "<br />~AAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com