Let It Be Love

DjOneChain · Let It Be LOVE

(My new single is embedded above.)

Dear God,

I’m always striving to be better
while forgetting I’m already Yours.

Learning to live a soft life with hard hands
and a heart that’s afraid to bleed again.

I don’t need religion or doctrine to connect to You.
Every breath, word, tear, emotion, song expressed
is devotion to the ONE who never left.
The hand in the dark.
The lightning in the body.

Thirteen moons.
A Bible.
A ticket.
Lemon tea with honey and cayenne
trying to heal this vessel
I’ve been too hard on
because I never felt another way
while trying to be that way for my child.

But my gentle is her harsh.
And my songs are too high.
But maybe it’s all just right.

I know my discipline has been idle but my faith stands strong. Learning to find balance between too much and not enough is hard when all you’ve known is full speed or death.

Blind to myself to prepare for sight. A long journey it has been through the dark night.
A rise then a fall teaches the ebbs and flows.
A trench and a pentacle teaches the highs and the lows.

Resting in your Presence brings me peace. The secret place within where we meet. No longer fighting to be given what I’ve already been gifted.

I gave myself fully to the storms of the past and came back for air with truth in my lungs that lasts.

An eye single to His glory.

A body devoted to Her rise.

A fire so hot it burns through cells

to purge one’s own lies.

A willing participant.

A lowly fool.

Yet with Yeshua and Asherah

a resurrection made brand new.

Like a babe in a swaddle.

An offering to the land.

Let us not be afraid of the hands of man because God plays blind with a primordial plan.

Every piece is placed exact to size. Every thimble although tiny is the ultimate prize.

Power is relational.
Communal.
Regulatory.

Ontology – not just theology.

The womb as cosmological principle, not just biological.
The zero point.
The infinite web.

We shape reality
We direct energy.
We influence communal fate.
We protect or dismantle.

No mouth will starve without meeting God’s bread. The illusion of separation is ending
and every soul will be fed.

If the way something begins
is the energy in which it ends,

then let mine begin in love

so it may end there too.

This is the entry that inspired this song.

I was still striving to earn what had already been gifted.

It’s easy to chase height and hard to remember how to rest in God’s presence that is available to us all.

The song is a calibration.

When everything fades
what remains if you end where you begin?

If there is a note you want to end on in this life,
let it be love.