Fireworks

For I have so much more to say today!

It has been too long.

Let me take you back.

Let me have your back.

Let me blow your mind.

Let me blow upon your mind.

If you don’t mind?!

As the sparks fly.

As the sparks fly upward.

Like sparklers all around.

Where you expect sprinklers you will find sparklers.

A work of fire.

In the place of the fissure.

In the place of the cracking.

In the place of the split.

In the stead of the split.

In the broken place.

In the breaking place.

In the place where the ground broke.

For you feel it again don’t you!

For you remember not the burial, only the sign of the broken ground, the resurrection that is to come, that has come.

For there you were trying to keep it together, to find yourself in the midst of great loss, the greatest loss.

Standing before all that contained that which was.

Yet just as you were about to storm off, I had to stir you up.

For instead of loss a substitute came to hold your hand, to hold you still.

Yet it was not as you had hoped, as you had expected. For instead of great calm, there was a great shaking within and without. The very earth could not contain itself.

And what was my word to you?

>New opportunities.

So what is you find in the place of the fissure, in the place of the quake, in the place that quakes.

>A sparkle.

It is only my seed of delight, of joy and delight, rising before you now, bursting forth before you now.

For my love cannot be concealed. My fullness must be expressed.

Bursting over the edge.

From the place of concealment to the highest place.

From the place of low de bar, comes a showcase of my delight.

A display of my affection.

Rising higher and higher.

From small sparks to now trees of fire.

In communion with me, like a symphony of flames.

Better than any firework, my fire on display.

I am stirring a revival like never before.

Not a whimpering ember, but a forest fire.