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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 2 – Intermediate)
Topic: COMMUTE (07/07/16)
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“Help!.... I’m drowning!”
I cry out as the waves kept pounding me... My aching body thrashed and thrust along, tossed and turned upon the relentless currents of a storm.

But this was a storm of my own immature heart’s making.
I refused YHWHour love, took for granted what it meant to a son; a blood washed redeemed one.
I had grown restless and curious,
Became enamored with a rumor,
About the splendor of a world outside of us, outside of the heaven of YHWHour presence.

I refused to submit any longer…
To the discipline… of the weight of the waiting.
I called for what’s mine and headed out the door.
So sure that I could never be caught up and carried out to sea.
Narcissism’s deep dark sea…. of real and imagined insecurities… and yet.

That’s exactly where I now found myself,
Abandoned by my fair weather friends and acquaintances. Alone and afraid of the unknown that awaited me in this world outside the realm of Agape into which I had been born again from above. YHWHou had called me “a son”, had called me YHWHour own. Still I wanted to be my own man. Wanted to be independent of YHWHou, could not see….that YHWHou are the Beginning and the End of my Being and identity. Tempted… I set out into my preferred brand of Churchianity.


I was deceived….Went out in search of what had already been freely given to me. I squandered my portion in Love’s endless ocean of provision amidst the glitz and glamour of ‘Christian’ Humanism’s flatteries. I had been so certain, thought I knew where this was leading. After all, I had come of age, time now for me to take center stage! And make all my childish fantasies come through.
But everything I had vainly imagined soon enough became these ghoulish phantasms, mocking mirrors and gnawing fears drowning me in a swirling in this sea of my naked self absorption. I was no match for the rogues and robbers concealed beneath hedonism’s altar where I had fallen prostrate, glorying in my shame. Inevitably though, my self reliance began to falter as is always the case when we take pride in our works and reject love’s grace.

There I lay...spent and wasting away. Till memories of YHWHou brought me to my senses; into YHWHour presence, a new creature, partaker in YHWHour divine nature. LOVE quickened me, became my PRESENT TENSE and eternity. Then and there I made the choice… followed LOVE’s gentle voice. Love summoned me from the depths into which my soul had descent, the sea of narcissistic self indulgence and idolatry.

What a Day when YHWHour Sun shone in, healed my soul’s disease of introspection. YHWHou unlocked my prison and brought me up out of the dark depths of the ocean, into YHWHour JoYHWHous sunrise! Truly, every prodigal heart can be conquered and find restoration humbling ourselves and embracing the Gift of the cross.

YHWHour love flooded my innermost reaches, repaired and closed up all the breaches. My heart and soul now know such sweet release and I’m overflowing with the deepest peace, ecstatic and at rest. I thought I knew myself, till I found myself in THE TRUTH. Born again from above… anew, I only find myself in YWHou!

So every day I make the commute… from my will into YHWHour rule…
Of my heart and my attitudes.
YHWHour will YHWHour Way Father… that’s how I groove.
Laying aside all selfishness and pride I embrace YHWHour grace to govern and guide me through as I daily take up my cross and walk with YHWHou….

Now life’s highs and lows
Their ebb and flow
No longer move me;
They touch…. But never hold me….
Only cause to look up to YHWHou.
YHWHour Love’s this wondrously wild adventure.
For which I know that in and of myself
I'm entirely inadequate.
But that's just fine
Because all my reasons and all my rhymes….
Take their cues and designs from YHWHou…
Giving me YHWHour heart and mind.
Where my striving ends
Sabbaoth starts…. A contented heart.

And I treasure our communion.
I embrace the bright diffusion
Of YHWHour LOVE in all the colors
Of life’s seasons
This is Love’s doing…
And meaning…
And seeing…
And being… LOVE.
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Pat Small
07/18/16
Red ink: 1st para. I think cry should be in past tense as rest of para. For me the spelling of YWHour was distracting, esp. since it was repeated many times. The writing is very poetic and beautiful, however. One other silly thing was the "way I groove". The language seemed incompatible with the rest of the flowery language.