Of Intentions on a Snow Shaded Night

 

Our purest of intentions is enough. Is it enough to be enough? Or is enough a word we settle on when “thrive” is foresight and “strive” the landing pad. Where do “thrive” and “stive” intersect – intercede – interact… or are they at odds as our hearts bend and twist beneath the tension of intention; bend and twist in the discomfort that we could not exist in a place that pure intentions are something to be enough in.

Could it be that pure intentions is what pours incense over the alter of desire? Desire to be whole, complete, to be incense itself, poured out – and in the pouring exist as mist, here today, and gone tomorrow. Could it be our self importance holding back the desire to be poured out and given, taken, fallen, and lifted up again in place of another.

Poured out for another, giving the purest of intentions; and so the cycle of enough completed, and lives on again, and again – in the heart of our Saviour.