The Pitter Patter of the King

We stole away
because we wanted to hear from You, 
like You were humming this faint song behind us,
Like a seashell
Of promise,
With some familiar ring.
from some distant or pleasant land that reminded us of
A song we once knew or
memorized.  
And we started to feel like we were being followed

We said /let’s write/ /let’s ask/ 

Because we wanted to encounter You Lord,
We were drawn. 

And late that night
we read my poems
And it was like letting him wash us
And finding his sleeve
Letting him cast off
The heavier thing.

Letting Him lay down beside us. 
 
Just this awe of being felt
And being found by Him
our Beloved
Whose been waiting to enter in.

Together
We were laying down our things,
pulling garlands out of ashes.
Beauty from our battles.
Smoothing things that once were reckless,
Together taking new territory.

Reassigning.

We are putting an order back
So the things that unnamed us
can’t trespass.

Together we’re dividing and conquering.

Drafting each other.
Casting our nets and finding new splendor.