The Only One I See

You were made to worship Me…

To loosen yourself from entanglements drawing you away from Me…

In a room full of people…May I be the only One you see…The only One you hear…I am jealous over you…will always be…

I only need You Jesus…You are my greatest treasure…In my darkest hours Your heart was revealed to me…I did not deserve the love You bestowed on me …Yet You thought I did…I was always welcome to sit with you…Everything about You exclaims love….

You dried my countless tears…Held me close when I could not breathe..Encounters with Your heart and love transformed me into the daughter You created me to be…

You have removed the chains holding me hostage…You are the reason that my heart is healed…My heart belongs to only You…

In a room full of people You are the only One I see…The only One I hear…The only One my heart longs for…

— Ebigale Wilson

#BelovedandShulamite

#JourneyHome 

#PoeticallyProphetic

The Journey Through

A journey through

hills and valleys

Many detours

Stop signs

Cul de sacs

Your hand in each of them

Painful seasons

Desperate days

Your light found its

Way through my confusion

My frustration

Endless questions

My constant pain

Your perfect love

resurrected my fractured heart

Chains fell to the ground

Free at last to be the daughter

You have created me to be

You paid a high price for my

heart to run free

I now tread on holy places

Beholding Your new

My Beloved

My only Constant

The Love of my life

The One my heart unknowingly yearned for

I am no longer a prodigal tied to my pain

Beloved came for me in my

midnight hour

Awakened my heart

Lit a fire in me

My identity

My joy

My fulfilment

I found in You…

— Ebigale Wilson

#BelovedandShulamite

#JourneyHome

#PoeticallyProphetic

Ascend!

Burn through me 

Till You are seen in me

Untangle me

from everything that

can hurt our covenant 

Lead me into the secret place

Burn through me

Spread wide

Spread deep

Do a thorough work in me

Invade my life 

Take over

Light a flame in me

Till nothing of the old is seen

Come away with Me

The secret place awaits

your arrival 

Everything ready 

Prepared 

Enter boldly 

Ascend!!! Ascend!!!

My heart yearns for you

I created you for Myself 

My worship instrument

Perfect through My splendour 

My holy temple…

— Ebigale Wilson

#BelovedandShulamite

#PoeticallyProphetic 

#EbigaleWilson

The Invitation

It doesn’t interest me

what you do for a living.

I want to know

what you ache for

and if you dare to dream

of meeting your heart’s longing.

It doesn’t interest me

how old you are.

I want to know

if you will risk

looking like a fool

for love

for your dream

for the adventure of being alive.

It doesn’t interest me

what planets are

squaring your moon…

I want to know

if you have touched

the centre of your own sorrow

if you have been opened

by life’s betrayals

or have become shrivelled and closed

from fear of further pain.

I want to know

if you can sit with pain

mine or your own

without moving to hide it

or fade it

or fix it.

I want to know

if you can be with joy

mine or your own

if you can dance with wildness

and let the ecstasy fill you

to the tips of your fingers and toes

without cautioning us

to be careful

to be realistic

to remember the limitations

of being human.

It doesn’t interest me

if the story you are telling me

is true.

I want to know if you can

disappoint another

to be true to yourself.

If you can bear

the accusation of betrayal

and not betray your own soul.

If you can be faithless

and therefore trustworthy.

I want to know if you can see Beauty

even when it is not pretty

every day.

And if you can source your own life

from its presence.

I want to know

if you can live with failure

yours and mine

and still stand at the edge of the lake

and shout to the silver of the full moon,

“Yes.”

It doesn’t interest me

to know where you live

or how much money you have.

I want to know if you can get up

after the night of grief and despair

weary and bruised to the bone

and do what needs to be done

to feed the children.

It doesn’t interest me

who you know

or how you came to be here.

I want to know if you will stand

in the centre of the fire

with me

and not shrink back.

It doesn’t interest me

where or what or with whom

you have studied.

I want to know

what sustains you

from the inside

when all else falls away.

I want to know

if you can be alone

with yourself

and if you truly like

the company you keep

in the empty moments.

—The Invitation

Written by Oriah Mountain Dreamer (Aka) Caroline House

Captivate And Consume

You’ve entertained the shadows for far too long

The darkness kept you company
Night became your song

Melodies of pain
clouded your vision
And painted your soul
Dark
Cold
Hard
Hopeless

Light bursts forth…

It feels unnatural at first
A sting
A sharpening
A shedding

Now…
A comfort
A warmth
A Hope
A Healing touch

It dances upon your skin
Singing a new song
into your soul

The Light was always
meant to live within
Not just a casual dance
upon your skin

Darkness at My Name flees
Healing springs forth from Me
Hope bursting as bright as the new day and dawn

Let My Light illuminate you
Envelope you
Encompass you
Restore you

The shadows won’t entertain you anymore
My Light has captivated and consumed you

Shine …
Shine Beloved…
Shine Bright…
Shine On…

— XXOOMichelle Cosby Bollom

Captivate And Consume

You’ve entertained the shadows for far too long

The darkness kept you company
Night became your song

Melodies of pain
clouded your vision
And painted your soul
Dark
Cold
Hard
Hopeless

Light bursts forth…

It feels unnatural at first
A sting
A sharpening
A shedding

Now…
A comfort
A warmth
A Hope
A Healing touch

It dances upon your skin
Singing a new song
into your soul

The Light was always
meant to live within
Not just a casual dance
upon your skin

Darkness at My Name flees
Healing springs forth from Me
Hope bursting as bright as the new day and dawn

Let My Light illuminate you
Envelope you
Encompass you
Restore you

The shadows won’t entertain you anymore
My Light has captivated and consumed you

Shine …
Shine Beloved…
Shine Bright…
Shine On…

— XXOOMichelle Cosby Bollom