Tragedy into blooming

Come now.
Come now.
Not later.
Come now.

We invite you to come and partake in the banquet here.
Feast with us.

Tragedy after tragedy.
Come.
Pick up the broken pieces and make them better than before.

You are a God of restoration and redemption.
Come.

The invitation to make right what has been taken is now.

The enemy has no power here.
We have given up our inheritance to a thief and murderer.

Reach into lilies and pluck.
Intended for later.
Now is the time.
Flowers bloom now on your command, which we hold.
Gifts for a later time, given in a different season.
Now they give fragrance.
Now they bloom.
Now they are seen.
Now they are enjoyed.
Now they are ALIVE.

From rest do we command.
Resting in You.
Feasting in You.

Use us.
Feast with us.
See us. Again.

Commune.

The whirlwind of who you are overtakes all we lack.
Our shortcomings no longer are part of the equation.

The formula is gone.
Laws are written and torn to pieces to be eaten and swallowed to become part of our heartbeat.
The heart that beats in time with you so we only do what you do.
We see you.
Become part of you.
 You become part of us.
Overtake us.

Swallow us up until we are a pool of water at your disposal.
Water flowing at your command.
A puddle.

Love us.
Make us into the creation in your image.
Love us.
A mirror of image.
Love us.

Love so we can put our arms around the world and hold.
Love us so we can reach out and receive.