Delightful

March forward. Leap upon the ground.

As you leap it ripples.

For I am not withholding. Be with and holding.

Hold on. Hold on to me. Be hold. Hold on to your being. Just be. Hold on.

I’m about to perform a manoeuvre. Prepare for the rush. Feel the pull. For I am pulling you forward. A great leap. A huge bound. An uprising. A giant leap. A great step.

For you shall cross the great divide. You shall bound over that which previously prevented your progress.

The high jump, no the pole vault. Higher than you expect. It is higher than you expect. Greater clearance. Way beyond the limit. A new record. Something unprecedented. Never done before. Beyond what all expect.

Beyond the possible. Go back again, for seconds, for thirds.

Be filled, and then more. Beyond your limit.

Place you hand in the treasure, the box of treasure. Precious gifts. Gifts in abundance. Abundant gifts.

Beyond the norm. Beyond the functional. Beyond the just enough. Beyond the serious to the delight. Come with me to the place of delight. Be delight full, full of delight.

For I say “it’s my pleasure.” No obligation. Just my pleasure.

Receive my delight.

You hear the distant celebration. The vibrant vibrancy. You feel the tremor. The ground move. You see the light of the fire from afar. The sound of joy from afar.

For I have captured the moment. The web of freedom. The joy tangled up. The bullseye. The targeted joy. The fullness of joy captured. Wrapped up, captured but not contained.

Song of Songs 2:1-10 SHE SAID I am only a little rose or autumn crocus of the plain of Sharon, or a humble lily of the valleys that grows in deep and difficult places. But Solomon replied, Like the lily among thorns, so are you, my love, among the daughters. Like an apple tree among the trees of the wood, so is my beloved shepherd among the sons cried the girl! Under his shadow I delighted to sit, and his fruit was sweet to my taste. He brought me to the banqueting house, and his banner over me was love for love waved as a protecting and comforting banner over my head when I was near him. Sustain me with raisins, refresh me with apples, for I am sick with love. I can feelhis left hand under my head and his right hand embraces me! He said I charge you, O you daughters of Jerusalem, by the gazelles or by the hinds of the field which are free to follow their own instincts that you not try to stir up or awaken my love until it pleases. Vividly she pictured it The voice of my beloved shepherd! Behold, he comes, leaping upon the mountains, bounding over the hills. My beloved is like a gazelle or a young hart. Behold, he stands behind the wall of our house, he looks in through the windows, he glances through the lattice. My beloved speaks and says to me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.