This is a poem I wrote one night when I had insomnia.  The words flowed sooo easily, I knew it was the Lord and not me.  It's long, but it is anointed.  I hope you enjoy it!  Blessings, Laura                                                                                   

                                                                Dawn Feast

His mercies and love are renewed every day. To technicolor and revealed, bright from gray.

For those who meet Him before the dawn, While sun lazy eyed and pink, awakes with a yawn.

He is full and impatient to share His heart, It’s beating and swelling, aching to start

I sing, and His love rises to the brim, just one more drop, Heart ripe and pricked by the spear

Then the spill. Not a just a drop or a drip But a cascade, an avalanche, soon up to the hip.

So pure and potent, able to raise the dead The flow builds soon reaching the small of my back

Yet the weight seems that of a single feather in sack.

No worries, your sins confessed and ravaged

As blood pours like lava, like fire turned savage

Heart from black to crimson and now white

My woes and my cares forced to take flight

It spills onto and into until I’m consumed

A wretch like me? No longer doomed?

I simply yield, eager to soak and receive Why? Doesn’t seem the thing to ask,

The joy is overwhelming, so I bask

I too will soon spill with one more drop Where it runs deep down,

from the top My heart pricked by a thorn from His crown

He bids me to worship, I fall willingly with face down I am covered,

His blood pooling in my minds-eye and onto my hands It’s in my nostrils and mouth,

Going from scent to taste Life so sweet, I drink with haste

I have learned that the sun burning deep

Will soon vaporize the wine to only a seep

My wineskin balloons but does not break

Capacity unlimited transformed to His shape

But that which has filled me rises higher

safe from the rays of the day’s consuming fire

Surrounded by life water soon mingled

Hushing the many voices to a single

As the belly springs, begin to burst forth

I pray with the language of the Way and the Course.

The blood and water, soon turned sweet wine

Vintage doesn’t cut it, it’s has no time

I call to the thirsty, I call to the sick I beg you drink! While the batch still flows

It drowns your sorrows and buries your woes.

And they come with tongues parched There is hope and so much more

It’s hope faith and love, the dynamic trio,

Then comes the bread, for a perfect meal

Lest we eat His flesh and drink His blood

I remind you of the ancient and infamous flood

Water rained, first ankle deep, then from knee to hip high and the small of the back

The drops and drips, now turned attack

Some listen and step toward the still small voice

So loving and inviting, that answering is not a choice

Woe the sun is now a third darkened She seems like night and has lost her voice

But others? The ones with scales on eyes?

Turn away, with sockets blurred and dim

I can’t look back! My focus transfixed on Him

He meets my eyes. His seeming gentle and kind

We smile that smile; of when you ask, seek, and find

Two Spirits become one in life and death

Revival! Mouth to Mouth by Holy Breath

Actions and thoughts are taken captive to will

They soon surrender and lean into the feel

Union and communion, this feast before day,

keeping want, crave, and thirst forever at bay

Filling and delightful, health to my soul I am swept up and carried away

Compelled by the love that runs crimson to white

I take wings like an eagle and lift into flight.

Peace beyond comprehension, wind beneath wings

I join with angels and saints as they sing.

A new day is birthed, all covered in hue sky streaks purple, violet, then blue

Morning has broken, the manna is fresh Rejoice with the great cloud of witness and glory!

I am a part of His grand romance story

No beginning, no end, just happily ever-after

Laura Beth Ashley