Whirlwind

 

How do you speak in the midst of the whirlwind?
How can you see in the midst of the fire?
Feeling the tearings away still occuring and
Cherished distractions just turning to dust.
Your moorings are gone.
You're adrift in His Presence.
A vision in ashes
And yet there is hope
As you're caught up and held in the Spirit
And passion.
He comes as a Lover and pours Himself out.
It seizes you.
It captures your being.
You may have been called here before and withdrawn.
Afraid of being loved so completely
So fiercely
So intently.
Afraid when faced with the reality of being lost in Him.
Consumed in His love and loving.
But now, again, He says "Come to Me".
And draws you.
And you press in.
Into the reality.
Into the embrace of Holy Fire.
This time you will not run away.
You will not push away.
You will not turn away.
You cannot leave.
There is nowhere else left.
You stay…
Consumed …
And alive…
In Him.