Joining Gypsy Mama today for 5 minute Friday. And Jennifer @ Getting Down with Jesus.
Write for 5 minutes flat – no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking.
Beyond you call me.
"go beyond yourself...
I live over that hill, see?"
You tell it like a story
But I am the one who must walk out there. Not knowing what I'm doing.
Out into the dark forests of my fears, my failings, my limitations.
Yesterday I thought I didn't have enough
I held on tight to my own scraps of each.
All material things turn to dust in the end,
Except those woven by love.
You say "Remember, this is the only safe way."
Maybe it was a prayer with a child, rushed and hasty at first.
Or maybe the glimmer of sun before it fell away to the night,
Or a sudden feeling of being alone
In that unknown moment,
I uttered the word "Yes"
"I'll go beyond this place of only me
to touch the hem of you."
It was a brief fling of abandonment beyond.
But that's when the water came swirling, into this dry land again.
And I understood,
Beyond is just another word for home.