Easily swayed by pretty things
Distracted by their beauty
Drawn to sit and dream and stare
As if it were my duty.
Captured by rich texture
Enamored with their touch
Lost in places all my own
With things I love so much.
Sights that seem to hypnotize
Smells that often lure
Sounds and songs that woo me in
Even sleep is not a cure.
For in that place of slumber sweet
Exists a world unknown
Mystifying, beautiful
I want to stay, be shown.
This, the battle in my heart
Wide awake or sleeping
Senses all on high alert
Always looking, always seeking.
Endless hunger fills my soul
For things not yet discovered
Dreams that may or may not be
This place where my heart hovers.
Until one day the light comes on
Like a bulb above my head
It all exists, this beauty sought
Every texture, color, thread.
My Father, Son and Holy Ghost
Beauty, Depth and Solace
Strength and power, love and peace
Perfect, rich and flawless.
Untapped wisdom in colors bright
Textures found in stories
Poetry in every word
Songs in all His glory.
All my soul could long for
Is found within His eyes
The fire within this burning heart
Every answer to my “why’s”.
An endless fountain is His love
His grace a boundless sea
His mercies new with every day
His thoughts my mystery.
My mind can dig, my soul can search
And for every treasure found
There lies in Him ten thousand more
His riches know no bounds.
So dream away, oh head of mine
Get lost, this soul of mine
In everything He is and gives
Both now and beyond all time…
Romans 11:33 – Oh, the depth of the riches of the wisdom and knowledge of God! How unsearchable his judgments, and his paths beyond tracing out!
Ephesians 3:20 – Now all glory to God, who is able, through his mighty power at work within us, to accomplish infinitely more than we might ask or think.
Psalm 139:17 – How precious to me are your thoughts, God! How vast is the sum of them!
1 Corinthians 2:16 – For, “Who can know the LORD’s thoughts? Who knows enough to teach him?” But we understand these things, for we have the mind of Christ.
“These things—the beauty, the memory of our own past—are good images of what we really desire; but if they are mistaken for the thing itself they turn into dumb idols, breaking the hearts of their worshippers. For they are not the thing itself; they are only the scent of a flower we have not found, the echo of a tune we have not heard, news from a country we have never yet visited.” – C.S. Lewis
“If we find ourselves with a desire that nothing in this world can satisfy, the most probable explanation is that we were made for another world.” – C.S. Lewis
