"Don't Leave, ..."

God knows how to draw us to His heart. When you experience the depths of His presence your hooked.

"Draw Me And I Will Run Away With Thee"

Oil over Acrylic on Canvas
30" x 40"
Tony Mujica © 2011

Here's the accompanying poem for this painting.






"Don't leave, ..."


Stage One: What Was


I remember encounters past -
deccelerandos, accelerandos,
both the slow and ever increasing fast -
Bowed in shadows to eternal, timeless presence.


The hours we spent in sublime convergence
gave way to my halt for things of urgence.
I broke the flow to tend to matters lesser.
I lift this to you as a humbled confesser.


Even though I heard your soft words spoken
I hurried to cut our flow to broken.
Your words tore me up, "Don't leave! Don't go..."
I missed something (that you'd later show).


But dot, dot, dot after "don't go, don't leave, ..."
whether as written words or spoken,
Indicates something else was up your sleeve,
some idea to be held as token.


Stage Two: What Is


I smolder in encounters present.
You rush toward me with no relent.
Fiery swirling tides crash at me.
       as Timeless One sets my time free.


Forgetting necessary food and drink
Just one thought through mind I think.
Must dive more, swim at Abba's shore,
       dip to the depths,
There's treasures to explore.


No longer just hours, but days, even weeks
busy in the still, for when He speaks
Now I see how Moses could remain
forty days times two, for God'll sustain.


Suddenly a break, like chick from nest,
Cut off from Him, to woo out my best.
Under curse, I thought, no longer blessed.
What did I do? I feel so messed.


"How fair is this?" I aimed above.
"I'm the one you love to love.
Now I'm ruined, now I'm hooked.
Heart is shattered and goose is cooked."


Bowing down in arid dryness,
To tacit stillness for Majestic Highness
       He'll once again mingle with me.
- No other way to break free.


Clock ticks ever so slowly
       as one hits floor with the lowly.
But clouds start spinning above my head,
Around in spiral, It's being sped.


Clouds wind to whirlwind descending.
It's a friendly storm, that needs no defending.
Whisked again by Faithful One
I spin and twist - unraveled, undone.


Through all my stress, I knew He'd come
Of secret history, I could draw from.
Now He'll talk straight, right into me,
       the words that ease, the words that free.


Whether lifting or scolding doesn't matter.
Basking in His presence heals my heart's shatter.


"Remember when I said the phrase
       that rang in your heart with haunting craze?
Here's the part that you missed.
"Don't leave, don't go, ...TAKE ME WITH!


"Out I pushed you. I knew you'd learn,
How to fan flame, how to burn.
So easy 'round Me, to crackle and flow.
But not so easy when I go.


"I pulled away to spark your passion.
This is My way, My Godly fashion.
I know just how to kindle heart's flame.
I knew you'd never be the same.


"But our times together needn't end.
We'll walk together, in seamless blend.
Be my hands and be my feet.
Let's pour my love out on the street."


Stage Three: What Will Be


He recalls our encounters future,
Memories to be, so vivid and pure.
The flow unbroken, continued conversing.
       abiding in vine without reversing.


Him and I now walk in sync.
Pushing dark’s edge beyond the brink.
Wherever we walk, the demons flee.
Behind on our path lie hearts set free.


- Tony Mujica © 2011