Flow in me/(static)

Why be just a statistic?

I feel static.

And frantically I shock me still,

Hiding within my heart’s attic this volatile dogmatic.

 I’m Unchangingly constant and I appear still,

Without motion and there he is , residing still. 

Resounding resonance in my static mind.

Mindfully fixed on my stability, 

I want to Keep on flowing with this currency I  can’t currently keep up with,but still.

All is well, a gentle nudge in the right direction,

Now I’m fascinated with the hem of a deep consecration.

Wrapped up in his warm embrace,

This shocking atmospheric Interface.

Do I hear a yes or am I still a no?

Don’t I really know where I’m headed with this?

No more hissing frequencies, I can tell apart confused signals,

I won’t present pretense,

Let love commence,

Just be yourself, don’t be tense,

Who?what?,where? when?

Questions seem dense,

But,

Wear courage,

Embrace wisdom,

Embody hope,

You are not alone in this,

You being alone.

The dead night whispers chills,

Down my spine, cold thrills.

I recall, I recoil,

Am I amiss at what I miss?

Or did I miss the mark with this purr in my soul?

Blushing and hushing my mind moanfully,

Hopefully,

I find my groaning sound audible,

out loud the Spirit Clearing up ,this silence found deep within.

What is it I really need?

Don’t misread my lips or the swaying of my hips 

Miss independent can become dispensable.

I won’t utter a syllable until I know for sure,

And surely the sun rises and sets. 

Nothing new under it, so why still be static?

I am now what I wasn’t before,

Won’t I become what I never was then?

And I’m stuck on this tick of mine,

Ignoring the hick of time,

It’s so sublime,

And all I really want is for someone to be mine,

But all I hear is static.

Miss?ma’am…wishywashy static.

Atmospheric mishap,

Still immobile, waiting on the right one to hit up my line.

Who then will rewrite this typo in my misconstrued line of thinking…

I can be one of a kind, I don’t have to be static.

Dynamic duo without a sidekick?

I’m looking forward to having being that found rib

My last Adam ,birthing me as a bride as blood flowed from your side rib 

Being the church but not just being a crib

You cradle me into your loving arms

And crystal clear is this ring 

No motionless lingo tied to my flings 

I finally win

And you call me yours.

What heavenly bliss is this kiss of life,

You Christ have made me your wife, 

Eternal consonance is my constant love for you ,

The one who made me new 

You conceptually rhyme in my life’s melody,

Confounding the conundrum of my single’s life parody.

Now Unstuck in the rock of my salvation,

Springs of living water flow through me.

Lord, Build your church through me.

Ebbed forever in the waters of your word,

Forever and now until eternity comes,

Changed and chained in this kinetic trajectory, 

I am no longer a static statistic , I belong to heavens directory 

Thank you Jesus, 

You are truly the love of my life and my world in you is no longer static