Covered
A reflection of a heart longing for healing.
Here.
I AM.
The Only and Most High.
The Almighty.
Only He.
Supreme Majesty.
The Most High and Only One.
Jesus, ever-praised, seated at the right hand—before them, the wilding flame of his Ruach Spirit twirls and dances with a joy only imagined by humankind.
Ruach.
Breath.
Life everlasting.
The one who provides even before being asked or petitioned.
Knowing all, he knows before knowing.
And mercy is his answer.
Grace is his condition.
Love is the vehicle.
Himself the provision.
Everything in me is stripped away;
As one summoned before the Almighty,
I find the sliver of my own human understanding failing me.
Naked I stand.
And before shame has its way with me,
the Holy and Anointed One
clothes me
with himself.
Covering me with the corner of his robe,
I am enlightened and enlivened.
No longer naked,
Clothed in his own glory,
I am awakened to knowledge once unknowable.
The flow of all goodness carries me to his dwelling;
His temple, revealed in the depths of my own soul.
Hidden yet still seen.
Covered ever
by The Maker.
Turning Inward
This poem came during a recent quiet season. What began as a simple outpatient surgery became a short stretch of recovery where I felt exposed, vulnerable, and unable to care for myself in familiar ways. In that tender space, I became aware not of God’s distance, but of His nearness. I found myself reveling in His goodness. His gentle covering. His desire to be with me when I felt alone.
An invitation not to strive or explain, but to abide. To allow His healing presence to move through me—slowly, kindly, without demand and receive from him the loving care my bride has provided; the care that I am unable to confidently or fully provide for myself. A gift of stillness when my current pace is demanding more.
“When you sit enthroned under the shadow of Shaddai,
you are hidden in the strength of God Most High.
He’s the hope that holds me and the stronghold to shelter me,
the only God for me, and my great confidence.”Psalm 91:1–2 (TPT)
As you sit with this poem, consider where you may be weary, exposed, or in need of care. What might it look like for you to rest under His covering and receive what He is already offering?
Today’s Kingdom Artifact
In a song by Michael W. Smith titled “Surrounded,” this lyric was hauntingly beautiful. The sense of being surrounded by anything is daunting and possibly terrifying. But what if we consider that we are not ultimately surrounded by the thing that would destroy us? Ultimately, surrounding us all is the presence of The Maker of all. And in that truth, we can rest.
I see you Marvin, with the awe inspiring poetry!