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open the pores of my heart

‘Open the eyes of my heart, Lord, Open the eyes of my heart, I want to see you…..’
In recent weeks have been singing and humming this songs refrain over and over and slowly have realised there is more to be expressed, hence

Open to pause in Your heart Lord

Open the pores of my heart

Coming to Be, through me

Oneing to Be, wholly.

Hoping to pause in Your heart Lord

So open the pores of my heart

Coming to Be, through me

Oneing to Be, wholly.

Exchanging Light for burning up

I’m dancing in the flames of Your glory

Consumed in Your vulnerable Love

As we cry

Holy Holy Holy

Holy Holy Holy

As we sing

Holy Holy Holy

Submerge in

Holy Holy Holy.

Posted on by Glenn Mower

Time to Pause

This is my first post for maybe five months.

It has been a wonderful time to pause, centre and immerse into contemplative practice, private discourse and growth.

Please find below a celebration of a shared experience of pausing last week.

Pausing together.

I sit next to James’ glassy eyed breath

slurring in grief and quiet disconnect to

witness stressed footfalls pass swift his lament

brown staining duvet and cardboard cement

changeless frayed fingering in woollen damp thread

cap churning suchness through fear fuelling dread.

To follow, I swallow guilt filled regret

bus fares, fast food and dead father non-sleep

sick discharge of mother and sore bloated feet

crazings on paving, stunned cracks in shared ground

oozed out un-sparing, unseen yet, profound

re-rememberings of something beyond

so still to relax I sit side by side

still breathing with James, still leaning, we Three

for grace-filled unknowings to let this time be.