...Reactionary...Conscious...Responsiveness...

...I'm thinking that the very things we were "gifted" are the very things we ought to pursue...

Hence, this poem I wrote. 

(So long pride...hello vulnerability)

{...Reactionary...Conscious...Responsiveness...}

Learning to breathe...learning to BE,

It's non-coincidental these came "naturally".

Intentional pursuit of gifts of grace,

Original glory restored to thy face.

Like stars in the Universe, we're to shimmer and gleam;

I'm spreading my wings underwater to soar upstream.

My heart to the sky,

I'm longing to fly...

With eyes closed softly, I feel the warmth of the Light;

It blurs every line, it's so beautifully bright.

I breathe it all in; the wind on my face,

Momentarily aware I exist in pure love and grace...

Must I return? Go back again?

If time only moves forward, shouldn't I then?

It doesn't "make sense", not in my mind;

What is it that's missing? What must I find?

Eluded peace, a passionate kiss...

It's all just for a moment, all a past wish.

But You are Eternal, and with You, I AM;

Together, Forever...In Your Glory we'll stand...

"My soul continually remembers it and is bowed down within me."

-Lamentations 3:20