Cracking in the Shell

 

Patiently waiting I look to the sky wondering who why.

I close my eyes and imagine taking a leap up to see.

Soaring through the fog above the clouds into a dome of space. 

Curiously where could my thinking appear. 

Bringing to mind a picture in a view.

Of me kissing two why one of them you. 

For believing into vision and being the dream,

To conceiving a thought and seeing it breathe.

For feeling the satisfaction of the building built,

And being where I dwell presently.

To my Father God breathing I gratefully,

For the crackling shell of the seed,

 Releasing patience in me. 

Eyes opening my I to be. 

Patiently I watch the sky,

Asking who, wondering why.

I close my eyes, I leap, I fly,

Through the mist where answers lie.

Above the clouds, beyond the dome,

Curiosity calls me home.

Where does thought begin to play,

In visions forming along the way?

I see the scene, the dream complete,

A kiss, a touch, a rhythm sweet.

Two in view, one being you,

An instinct felt, feeling artfully believing come true.

The buildings stand, the future calls,

I dwell within, no fear befalls.

Grateful breath, a tickling He,

My Father shaping greatness all through me.

The seed now cracks, the wait is done,

The shell resolves, the light has won.

Eyes wide open, the sky the One,

Awakened I—becoming me,

Gods dominant loving Son.