Very Day

Very Day

By Melissa Haskin

August 18, 2009


Gaze. Countenance.
Fell like snow-filled light.
Magnificent purity given.
Smooth on my face.
Shining. All. Around.
Mobility upward wings of flight.
Taken heart to riding.
I remember that.
The very day.
Day of Joy Filling.
Day of Life Giving.

I remember that.
The very day.

Breath catches to pause. Selah.
Your movements capturing blindest blackness.
Fragrance rising in desolation.
Wayward hearts done searching.
Find no lack.
Rest comes softly, kindness knocking.
Justice is undoing
Wrong.
Gone.
You sit enthroned. I extol.
Renew this of what they say; in words with reverence.
Day of Salvation; fullness expanding ever more.

I’ve decided to want it all.
Running running running
Mercy Seat.
Immanuel. Weight of the wonder of “With me.”
Stronger than death.
No eye has seen, no mind has conceived.
Prepared for me.

That You think upon me to the depth.
To the depth.
Releasing in righteousness worship found.
Higher closer nearer
Dreaming and hearing.
Founts of old washing stains removed.
Very day.

Cesium of Faith

Dedicated to my father, John Francis Haskin, R.I.P

Cesium of Faith
by Melissa Haskin July 8, 2009

Sunday afternoon rolling in on the tide.
Time is not.
Undertow reciprocation sucking back the yearning.
Purity is crying.
Waves cresting and relinquishing.
Breakers crashing again to the shores.
Causal devotions and affections washing over me.

Fallen down; not moving.
Heart beats faintly to this distant anthem somewhere inside of me.
Wanting that which is seen with eyes that do not blink. A cesium of faith.
Only You, Eternal flow; A voice like Yours; none as sweet.
Homesick release.

To where my yearning is a birthing.
Beginnings bringing baptism.
Awakening the sonship inheritance which Benevolent Father gave.
These shores lined by familiar faces.
A cloud surrounding me.
They wait to greet my simple strength.
I have not to give.
Yet impossibly finding resource to surrender. Grace.
Contributing willingly.
Captivated unmeasured breath of hope.
Asher. Life.
Love is the offering.
Refined like silver. My cesium of faith.