Dark veils. They’re stitched together
to cover, extinguish the innocent in growth.
It wants its life!

How unaware we can be of the battle.
As those who use the sword of light,
cut away all night by eternal flames,
burning threads as darkness yielding to day;
a renewal which exposes the vision of the Son.

The seedling dances in all His brilliance.
I rejoice to watch as they find light within.
Inheritance of the vine by grace.
At birth, it was not mine,
but I rested in reality deep
'til no curtains in the way.
Still waters
move all mountains
bringing peace of mind.
My life is here to stay.