I exhale, releasing all the things I treasure. They rise like balloons, wafting weightlessly like countless rainbows against a clear blue sky. Each balloon a possession, a thing that I call mine. How I long for the delight of possessing nothing. Even you, my Lord will never be possessed. Yet I believe in the Imperishable Seed eternally buried in the deepest part of my heart. The Living Seed that is my deposit guaranteeing an eternal love affair with the One I love.
I also breathe up and out a few black balloons -- the hurts and lies that hold me captive -- releasing them into Your sky. And I see your finger touching and bursting each one to fall away in tatters, leaving only a myriad of iridescent rainbows in Your care!
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