stephen,
joan of arc,
shadrach,
meshach,
abednego,
the form of the forth,
me...
and you.
here we stand
willing to know
the gold
of our essential
being
not
the vehicle
of a birth narrative,
or the detritus
of human history
but
the simple Truth
that
I
am...
I am
that I am.
this is all that
is left
when I allow
myself to stand
in the fire
of God's
purifying love.
God's love
does not leave me
naked and exposed
by truth,
but unencumbered
and revealed.
All
the tattered stories
burned away,
and no
scorched flesh
no smell of smoke,
no blurred
vision
remain.
I am clothed
in light,
embodied song,
the form of
the forth.
my footsteps
free
of self
stories.
Not to walk
or wander in personal
circles, or historic cycles.
But to dance
with innocent,
childlike
joy.
