I created a son in Heaven.
He was made like Me, magnificent, a master, creatively brilliant.
How I loved him!
He wanted to be the master of My space!
He fought to take it from Me.
I had to throw him out.
"I will have children"
The idea whirled and spun, whirled and spun,
Twisted, contorted, re-ordered by swirling and spinning back on itself.
"I will have children who will choose as I have chosen,
To rule together, in love and graciousness,
Not by greed and avarice.
No rest to the whirling and spinning
Twisting, contorting, whirling and spinning.
I'll grow them in a cocoon.
I'll test them there against this very apparition that I've thrown out of Heaven.
They'll come out like a butterfly.
Those like the apparition will remain grubs forever.
I'll burn them all.
The idea whirled and spun, tornado-like, into formation until
A word spun out
The idea took form from its creator,
energy from its creator,
order from its creator,
Shape from its creator.
The creation whirled and twirled, spun and swung on His lips
And time began
as the energy expanded and
Called upon itself as gravity,
Drawing itself together as mass.
So the push of the spin and whirl
Was totally balanced by the gravity,
Yet the creation expanded exponentially
As was its nature
Because such is the mind of the Creator.
And still it expands to accommodate
The creative mind of God,
Until it is accomplished.
Spin and whirl, pull and twirl,
Expand from the very beginning
Just like the mind of Creator,
Time turning until it is completed.
In the heart of it all
A family of children for the Creator,
Those who will identify with Him,
Harken to Him,
Thinking like Him
Choosing, not anger and rebellion, as indeed the Creator chose before them,
But choosing wisdom and truth, adoration and fidelity to their Creator,
Rejoicing in all He has created for them,
Living in the power of His Word that created even them,
Living in the whirlwind of His great heart,
In the spin of His huge being,
In the wildly rhythmic core of His creation,
Excited by His thoughts
And their place in His purpose for everything,
Alive to the Spirit that ever moved on the face of the earth from the beginning,
Breathing the very life of that Spirit in every moment.
They are the passion of the Creator,
He loves them because He loved them and they love Him too.
He forgives them the sin that enabled them to choose Him freely,
Even as he chose to forgive them and return their life to them.
He gave them His Spirit wrapped up in their flesh.
The flesh was sacrificed to cover the blood of sin in the world.
Death could not hold such unblemished flesh, and so
His Spirit was released into the souls of those men who would receive Him,
And they are ONE!
None can separate the Creator from such SONS.
They walk the earth, but their hearts are with their Father who created them.
Nothing can destroy them, for they are considered perfect and eternal.
They have complete UNITY with the heart of their Creator
And with each other.
They have a place outside of time and mass, with their expansionista Father.
They have a promise that they will know and comprehend the (way beyond cosmic) spin and twirl of their Father's mind
Every bit as much as He understands the miniature spin and swirl of their minds
Which He crafted
In His own image.
SPIN AND SWIRL, WHIRL AND TWIRL.
SPIN AND TWIRL, SWIRL AND WHIRL.
Holiness is the chosen gravity of Heaven.
God chooses to deal with repentant men with love rather than justice,
Hearing our prayers.
Such is the nature of our God.
Such is the nature of His Creation.
Such is the nature of His children.
Who shall apprehend Him?
Grandmother, teacher, bushlover, horse-lover, gardener, poet ("Poetry with Punch" published by Tate Publishers) and passionate person, especially about Jesus.
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