Abandonment

Sparkling and beautiful, this Kingdom of ours that dwell in the soul that cries out to the Lord. Beautiful and lovely is the King the Father who dwells and reigns over all His Kingdom, for His hand is never too short to reach and help those in need. For He is the all and everything and in Him we find our strength to carry on and to become something more. Yet in the throes of our wildest imagination and in our most tainted of tormented moments, there where the darkness churns, there we can find ourselves so alone and desolate. Yet this state of alone that we feel, drifting from time, is but the state of our choice and the enactment of our conscious will. Yet there in that darkness and there where silence is thick like oil, it is in that moment that abandonment truly thrives and this is where abandonment comes alive. For when we have nothing left to give and nothing left to fight with or even fight for, when we are desolate and weak, surely this is the time to confess and realize our strength comes not from us. When we hold such lofty thoughts of pride and arrogance, when we hold such high hopes of enlightenment and achievement, then the discomfort and weariness will find its way to our heart and the darkness will leave as in a smoldering heap of bereavement. But surely, what is needed is abandonment unto the Lord, so that His light might touch our hearts and truth might cleanse our mind. Abandonment is surely that lonely path of willfully making a decision that to be reliant on own intellect and our own endeavors is but a road to a rusty gate that leads only to little gain. True empowerment and true gain is found at the fountain where we drink from the cup of shedding our ambitions and shedding our own self, so that the water from that fountain may be life-giving and refreshing. To drink from such a fountain is to cast our eyes upon the cross, towards heaven, towards that glorious throne and to be believed, yes to truly yearn, for that abandonment. When we abandon, we find that the loneliness and we find that the terrors of the night is but an illusion caused by doubt and discomfort. In this world there is but many vanities and many desires. In this world there is but many lost souls and lost tendrils of dreams, yet the greatest dream and the greatest of ambition awaits us there at the gate of the cross. Here we carry the cross, here we deem ourselves not according to the desires of this world but according to the grace of the Father. And we carry that cross and we drink from the fountain, while in our spirit and soul we allow for abandonment to settle like a mature wine. In those hours of light and in those eras of brilliant sunshine, we begin to see and understand that abandonment is not loneliness, that darkness is not permanent and to lose is to gain. To gain the Lord unto us must be our cry and our hope when we arise in the morning and when we sleep at night. To be lost in Him is the true path of being found. To be abandoned unto Him is he true path of having a companion. Abandonment is not the path of the weary traveler that seeks but a brief respite from the drain of the day. Neither is it the involuntarily surrendering of the functions of the being. It is the enactment of finally surrendering to the clarity that without Him, man will find himself at a point of being lost in the marshes of this world without a hope of being found. Abandonment leads us to that point where our hopes and dreams and ambitions collide like a new born star, flaring in the night sky, until the collusion of power brings forth new life. Abandonment is birth and life, for in our hearts it causes a stir and a cry like that of a new born baby. It causes us to cry and to sing, even though our flesh might rebel and the forces of this world might be sharpening their spears to mutilate and kill. Unto Him, the glorious one, in Him we find our fountain of life and our fountain of hope. Abandonment strengthens the fortitude of the inner chambers of the self to be one with the Creator, stirring us to reach for higher highs and to stretch our legs to reach higher plateaus. So is abandonment. It is that hand that carries us over mountains and over deep valleys, bringing forth strength and might in our sinews and our muscles that we yet had not yet believed. To glory in His presence and to glory in His power leads us deeper and higher in His glory. Our burdens is but a heavy cloak and the burdens of this world is the vice grip that chokes us. It is that force and that power that blinds us, leaving us bruised and scarred when our hopes and dreams no longer makes sense. It is only when we surrender unto His glorious will and His glorious might that we reach beyond the pit of chaos and despair. Abandonment is that blood that runs in our veins, rich and pure, giving us the life to break the shackles or the burdens of this life.

At the fountain of the Lord we shall drink and while the serpent may crawl around our feet and the cries of the wicked may leave our blood cold, steadfast we are called to stand. For when we stand steadfast and true, hopeful for the new day, that the Spirit of the Ancient of Days whispers of His coming. Shall we not stand, yet even though the serpent entices and lures us away from the bark of the living tree? Shall we not stand and be abandoned even though the gold and the glitter on the mountains of vanity and greed call for the self fulfilling needs of man to blossom? Abandonment is thus, leaving us not to the lure of the sirens and the glitter of gold, for in the inner chamber of our spirit we are drawn to Him. For this is abandonment, when the centre of our being is drawn like a rushing river and like a rushing wind to the centre of all creation and of the entire universe. To abandon the self and to drink from the fountain of hope and life brings forth such gold of purity and splendor. In that moment of sweet delight we are drawn by a heavy hand and by a heavy thirst to the centre of it all, as the flesh tends to flee and our soul turns its ears to the spirit. The sweetness of abandonment leaves us not at the rusty gate; neither does it leave us at the gate of misfortune and the desperation of a time of depravity. At the gate of abandonment we enter into a state of silent hope and reflection, casting our burdens upon Him and letting His hand hold us close. In this world of glittering insanity and empty vanity, it is in abandonment that our spirit and soul finds the soothing notes of the Lord’s voice. His voice brings that calmness and the hope. In Him we are birthed.

Abandonment is surely that glorious stillness that silences the maddening cry of the world to conform and to please. It is that sanity that brings us to the quiet waters and the green pastures, allowing us to come before the Lord on bended knees. True oneness with divinity is that touch of glory that we yean and desire. It is the breath of the angels and the soothing power of hope. It is abandonment where we reach higher in our quest for freedom, for as we cast our eyes upon heaven, our lips murmuring prayers of life and renewal, it is in that moment that chains and prisons around us come crashing down. To be one with the Lord draws us away from a world of confusion and demand, bringing us back to that centre of gratitude and hope. It is that sweet hope of revival and pleasure. It is in abandonment that hope arises and it is abandonment that faith soars. Oh sweet faith of glorious riches, drawing us to clarity of divine union and causing ancient fires to awaken our vision. Shall we then not give it all unto Him, unto our true companion, unto our true and great love, so that His sweet embrace might thrill us and bring us to be divine enlightenment and illumination? Just as the luminaries in the heaven lighten the way for man, so does the light of abandonment unto His care light our way towards His touch. Let us then be still and weak unto the point of surrender, resting in His care, for this surely leads us higher and leads us to the truth. Let us be still as His children and draw our life from Him. Oh Lord, embrace us so we may be one with you and be carried in your power.