Sitting in Awe of My Transformation

Eyes heavy,Spirit fedSo differentPause

I think about my pastPassion, Fire, Prophetic VoiceHaving no true northEffective for the season but ungrounded

See children speak from sources passed onto themSaying foolish, feeble things because secondhand, threadbare theology is what they put onNow I see how ill-fitting those old garments wereBecause He who provides is dressing me

Spirit of the Living GodMy personal tailorLifting hems,Dropping waists,Adjusting the seamsSo this clothing doubling as spiritual armorFits me

And let me tell you when it's doneIt will look goodLike Genesis goodAfter hovering over deep and birth of creation goodLike zenith that is woman called Havah good

God is rooting me near streams of water flowing from holy mountain springI am a young treeGrafted into a grove with giantsTheir trunks hold rings that speak to years of sitting in the light of the SonGod moved me here because this is not the forest I grew up inThe soil, the air are different hereIt is under their cover that I am growing and stretching for more

I am sitting in awe of my transformationI'm differentFull pauseMaking way for the silence that God speaks int