Drafty her bygone whereabouts reminiscent of ancient post storm skies,
Leaving her chilled to the bone and pondering perspectives through the Makers eyes,
Slipping off the road paved by nail scarred hands with stones of honor and perfection,
Instead of pulsating beams of outward Light one sees a gut wrenching reflection,
A masterpiece carved from scratch with skill to shape the galaxies,
Hands guided by wisdom infinite, complete, and beyond fallacies,
The sculpture, dust tainted, on The Giant Shelf awaiting The Prophetic Recollection,
Is feeling needlessly worthless due to self-denied cleansing Connection,
Trembling under the watchful eye that penetrates flesh and thought,
Reading between the finest lines and skipping details not,
When He who watches knows her every way and the count of hairs upon her head,
Growing distance between The Maker and the made leaves the latter cold and dead,
This visage so morbid…rotting, can’t bear to face the power of His name,
And the differentiation fades with quickness between self-righteousness and shame,
Found hungry…chilled…naked at the feet of Mercy clothing and filling,
While by way of human statutes He could be Vengeance loathing and killing,
Now contact is made between the Maker and her consciousness,
Continue falling apart at the seams or be consumed in Mercy’s righteousness?
The decision so intrinsic, so detrimental, and all consuming,
To choose between what sin compels and what He’d have her doing,
To have her heart guarded by the Craftsman and morphed until it seems His own,
Or placed on a faux temporal pedestal by Darkness…fiery destination known.
Her tears burst forth in awe of the proposition outstandingly undeserved,
A mortal decaying in wickedness can by consuming Blood be preserved?!
She crawls closer to Mercy and pleads He take her unto himself,
To restore her as His shining sculpture upon His favored shelf,
He picks her up dusting Darkness away and holds her close enough to break the chill,
Infusing His Spirit into her veins making things new and giving her strength to do His will.
Now empowered with new vivacity she has new things to ponder,
As days go by the Love amplifies and her guarded heart grows fonder,
Her mind is saturated with a new objective, one that leaves her never,
That the Master aches to dust all others on His shelf and take them Home forever,
The only thing outshining His masterpieces sitting upon His shelf,
Is the joy He feels when one guides others toward Him instead of dwelling within himself……