Finding the treasured Ones

Finding Jaimie, And the return of Maghen.   Finding Girls who love the Lord and trace the magic in the Kingdom.  Together we were tugging down heaven.  Heeding to everything unordinary.  

Making that huddle of girls like a bracelet around Maghen.  Back at the Glory house with familiar sisters and new. Telling Maghen how much we love her, adore her, need her. 

Jaimie released heaven. Told me to truly ask. We called down the Fire.  I asked for the pleasure of God.  I kept rejoicing till I got unstuck.

 Then, being in the middle of a throttled conversation with my old and new girlfriends.  
I was trying to lift the tired thing, this heavy thing.  To see through what was glaring.
And remind these women what was tender.  
And as each question pinned,
I kept looking for You my Gardener and the way you like to slip in.
and the trippy way you love to go about
wanting to trade us for the madness,
to bestow on them a crown of beauty instead of ashes,
and give us a garment of praise instead of a spirit of despair.

Going on mission for Maghen to get the Tattoo.  After all, it was You that once said 
See, I have engraved you on the palms of my hands; your walls are ever before me.
So we went in as women with one Lion too.  We swept in like the Lord's Editors amending that phrase that was about to be tattooed.  We knew we had to remove any small word that could lay hostile, that could return bitter.
We got past what was tense and the better phrase came through.  So the phrase "Jesus loves women" emerged and I pictured how whenever you hung with your crew, the women were there too.  How you love to lounge with us, To say Come to the table, and eat.  Hang out with me.  We prayed over the ink and all the promises.
We started to crack up in the tattoo parlor.  You marvel at our adventures and where we ask to go. You love to put us in foolish places sometimes. You want us Childlike in every cornered place.