WELCOME TO MY LIVING ROOM A swirling
Softness
Fills the room, as a fog.
It gently brushes my face, with sweetness and refreshing.
A presence.
Faces of joy,
Which in one world would be seen as a face of the disabled,
but here it is the face of royalty sitting in the throne
room,
with dignity.
Others dance,
They dance on the dance floor with loved ones, big and
small.
There are watchmen, Children are children in the presence of the Lord, Crowns adorn every head, Everyone is loved, As I gaze over this organized chaos,
They stand at the door,
Welcoming those that are welcome
And bouncing those who are not.
They are who they are created to be,
Bundles of
energy, and emotion,
truth and love.
Each beautiful and unique.
Within all this sweetness, swirls of mists touch each face.
The tired are just that
Tired.
They don’t hide their fatigue,
They worship within it.
Drummers drum their passion,
With each beat of their hand the presence of the Lord rises.
Everyone is embraced.
I see Him
Jesus
is standing there laughing,
Head thrown back in mirth.
He turns
To look at me
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