The Drift

We are all born.  Pieces of Heaven. With our own glimpses of revelation.  In us.  Through us.  God with us….from the time we enter….Creation.

But then, “The Drift” takes over.  Like gravity, running through us….pulling us down….to earths level.

Making us into cold, intellectual, mathematical………controllable types of people.

Making decisions apart from Divine’s wisdom.  Because reasons.  And choices…..

Want earthly foundations to build upon.

And yet.  Foundations sinking.  Like quick sand.  As does all wisdom of man.

And, there we are.  Once again.  Longing for “Home’s Way”.  Times of fruitful days, where creativity surfaces from closing childlike eyes.

From listening.  Hearing.  Being.  What we were made to be…In Christ.

Children rejoicing in our uniqueness.  Children living in much freedom….

Because whenever we fall, we know….

Our Father gets us.  Pick us up.  Dusts us off.  And sets us on our way again. By grace.

And yet, the drift shouts, “Proceed with caution”.  And we become, grown men.  Caged by doubt. Confined by human reason. Left wanting…..

Fearing fearlessness……shrinking back from usefulness that charges forward with souls unarmed….Hearts untangled from the “World Tug” so common.

And yet.  Somewhere deep inside us.  We all long to soar.

But trade in soaring…..for logic.

We make our own nests.  And are content to simply rearrange their contents….

Instead of letting wings take us to far off places….Places only faith can rise to.

Or we trade in wings of wisdom.

And wrap them around life unchanging….

Because unchanging things are controllable….manageable.  Understandable things. Instead of stretching out into God Sky……where we belong.

And when did it become enough to simply sit and watch the Heaven’s part.  Smell the earth’s wake each morn.

Listen to the skies cry….

Instead of taste the wind beneath our wings…..

And soar….

Like we did in the early morn.   Of childhood.

When did our Heaven Heart leave us.  Why did we compromise and relinquish it?

And give into the complacency of gravity asking us to settle.  Telling us….it’s over. Settle.  Stop.  Come rest for awhile.

Convincing us……we must just get by and that is enough?

I want more.

More than nests build from my own foundation.  More than branches of fleeting promises….

Quickly broken.

I want child eyes.  Eyes of Heaven.  Open.

I want to soar…..Up, up and away from….

“The Drift”.

Linking this post with Inspire Me Monday, On, In, & Around Mondays & Ann at A holy experience
& Laura @ Wellspring