Tonight I was drawn and had to go outside as the sounds started, increasing and building upon one another into the night. Fireworks from everywhere, all at once. A great sense of unity and singularity of purpose washed over me in the atmosphere as I stood in the darkness and raised my hands with my heart toward Heaven imagining and seeing something extraordinary…
Near and far away I hear them exploding into the night.
Great ones, lesser ones, all works of fire launching up into the sky,
Spangled against the stars.
And I imagine a unity among them all, a common work
As if they were fiery prayers finding their explosive paths
Up into the heavens …
A great rushing together with singularity of purpose,
And simultaneous perseverance
With the passion of hearts afire.
Prayer missiles enroute to the keeper and sender of consuming flames,
Crying out for this country, on their mission to break through…
That Heaven’s fire be sent to hit its mark
in the corporate heart of this nation, igniting the truth of her identity.
Let true freedom burn in the darkness
Never…to be extinguished from within, a dimly smoking reed.
Near and far away I hear them. I am joined to them
As a great purposeful singularity of intensity is raised…
Prayer bombs exploding into the night,
Exploding into the night.