“My heart is suspended before You,
The buoyancy of Your presence sustains it.
I linger, because Your finger is upon my heart.
No earthly gravity to pull me down to darkness,
No heavy weights to keep me on the floor.
You told me to get up and pick up my mat;
The bed I had made - where I squatted and squandered my inheritance
with the dust of the earth.
But Yours is the business of gathering my dust particles--
creating my form afresh.
And at the sound of Your voice, my weights disappeared.
You appeared, and gave flight to my heart.
And in Your nail pierced hands I became!
So I will float; float into You Jesus.
My rising Sun!”
~ Michael Aviel