Stream

It pours from your pores when you pause.

The rush, the torrent, the abundant overflow.

A mighty stream, an empowered flow. A shower that flows from your hand. The currency of the current, the flow that rises from within.

Your hands on the drain, fills the drain to overflow. Like a flood, like a hose, like a hydrant.

Come like a flood and saturate me now.

For I have filled you with my fullness. It brims from your hand.

See the evidence of my overflow. The brick wall, wet with my flow. The metal block saturated with my flow. It is in the atmosphere. The dew that is due.

You go to the well, carrying the buckets to obtain fullness. Yet they are full before you arrive.

You sit in the desert awaiting for the big wet, rest your hand upon the dryness. Rest yourself in me, before the valley of fullness. Awake before the lake, wake in wonder, feel the golden glow, my reflection upon the water.

It drips from your hand as you rest.

It pours from your pores as you pause.

Isaiah 43:19 Behold, I am doing a new thing! Now it springs forth; do you not perceive and know it and will you not give heed to it? I will even make a way in the wilderness and rivers in the desert.

You raise your hand from the flow, over the flow, above the flow. Yet you lift up the flow, from your hand – the flow.

Fear not for I am with you. My hand is stretched out before. Take my hand. I’ve got you!

Matthew 14:27-31 But instantly He spoke to them, saying, Take courage! I AM! Stop being afraid! And Peter answered Him, Lord, if it is You, command me to come to You on the water. He said, Come! So Peter got out of the boat and walked on the water, and he came toward Jesus. But when he perceived and felt the strong wind, he was frightened, and as he began to sink, he cried out, Lord, save me from death! Instantly Jesus reached out His hand and caught and held him, saying to him, O you of little faith, why did you doubt?