Rolling with the prophetic

Takes it’s twists and turns.

And sometimes

It hits the buffers.

But something magic happens

when

The space between my ears

Creates something significant

with our Creator.

People press

Forward,

Lean in,

To hear

What

Crazy thoughts

Sometimes cross

My tired brain.

Sometimes I wonder why

These thoughts

Become a mine

For foragers of

Significance?

Sometimes I wonder.

Sometimes I wonder.

And when I try

To unblock the pressure

behind my ears

And unlock

His precious pearls

For my own good

I sometimes find

A flow that comes

Like

Liquid

diamonds

That finds a

Burbling home

Inside.

And I find

it bubbling up

With

Peace.

My jangling nerves

Run cold

Soothed and smoothed

Like

Ice

vodka

in my veins.