Awe Full

A Reckoning

A beckoning.

Not awful but awe full.

Be full of awe.

Not this or that but awe this or awe that.

More than full.

Full of my fullness.

A leaking sponge.

A leaking sponge.

More than you can contain.

Beyond any lines of containment.

For anything that comes against shall be used for your advantage.

They shall abandon their attack as with each wave only comes a fresh defeat for your enemy.

A rising up.

Say be damned, damn. For nothing shall prevent my flow.

A proclamation, declaration, a news article, the bursting of the damn.

More flow, an overflow of the flow.

For the flow shall rise faster than any obstacle that rises against you.

Be swept away.

Like a giant wave lapping on the shore, holding on to the edge as it moves. Accelerated movement, rapid movement, an immediate shift in the tide.

Get carried away.

Seriously get carried away.

You see them flooding in through the doors and wonder how, and wonder how, and wonder how and WONDER how.

Be in wonder as to how.

And they shall come from no where to help you deal with the flood.

They shall turn and ask each other from whence they came and they shall answer “to be honest I’m not sure how I got here, but isn’t it so amazing, I am just in awe, I can’t understand it, I can’t explain it, but isn’t it wonderful!”

Abandon fear.

Abandon all fear.

Hold on to hope.

Not a turkey but a turn key.

For I am turning the key.

New openings.

A giant door opening.

The pressing back, the pushing back of that which pressed against you.

Unlock the vault (you know the combination).

Everything that has been hidden or locked away.

New openings, like a giant clam prised open, unlocking what lies within.