I Promise

For I have purposed it, it shall stand.

For I have placed in your hand the promised cup, the cup of promise.

Crafted by your hand, with my materials.

Crafted by colour, with colour, intense colour, the colour of brightness, the brightness of colour.

Splash upon the weave, the mesh, the net, the filter, the canvas.

What are you looking at, what has got your attention, what is it you see?

The work of a painter, the hand of the master upon the piece, the splash of intense colour. Yet the material is porous, the colour rests only upon the edge, upon the mesh. Much of the colour falls through the holes, the mesh. Why would the master choose such a material to paint upon? Yet the work is meticulous, focussed, the choice of colour distinct and precise. Yet so much is wasted, so much falls through the cracks, for it cannot be contained.

You have seen well my son.

Yet what does this canvas rest upon? What contains my work?

It rests upon that which contains it. The work of art, rests not upon its easel, but upon a giant cup. The paint is not wasted, but falls into the container beneath. I expect a new mix, yet the colours remain separate and distinct, their vibrancy is not diminished.

A splash here, a splash there, a splash of my fullness, and in a moment, that which drains you shall be your supply.

For I have placed this cup of promise in your hand, it bubbles up, it overflows in your hand.

In a moment, in an instant, it falls upon the ground, drops of colour, intense colour, not mixed, but distinct.

Lift up your hand, just lift up your hand, just splash my promise all around, up and down, up and down.

What is it you see?

The drops, the splash, a vertical pattern forming, darker colours upon the edge, brighter colours forming in the middle. Intense, increasing intensity, brighter and brighter, dazzling with brightness, like a rainbow.

Is this not the promised path, the path of the promise?

“Come and do what only you can do, we are ready for you.”

For I have prepared my own way, this way is clear, this way is distinct, this way shines like no other.

Come for a walk with me, upon the path of the promise.

Did I not say you would be staggered by what is to come?

Have you not been staggering around all week?

For the colour flows into the flow, seeps into my flow.

What is it you see?

The overflowing cup, pours out upon the ground, then flows into the flow. It trickles down into the deep like a rainbow. Not diluted by the flow, amplified by the flow, more intense within the flow. As the drops fall and touch the ground, they are ignited and burst forth like fireworks. Isaiah 42:16 And I will bring the blind by a way that they know not; I will lead them in paths that they have not known. I will make darkness into light before them and make uneven places into a plain. These things I have determined to do for them; and I will not leave them forsaken.