What would it mean for my soul to rise up to meet God? How would that happen? What steps do I need to take in order for my soul to rise up and meet God? What would that feel like? Taste like, smell like?
Lifting, releasing, like freedom. Pressure would rise from my shoulders, breathing would become easier. I would feel light, steps would not pound but I would glide with grace, ease.
It would smell like fresh air, sunshine, it would taste like fresh rain or dew, like citrus, not candy citrus that is sweetened but like a fresh orange. Or honeysuckle plucked fresh from the vine.
It would be like cleanliness, forgiveness. A washing of a river. I would feel warm, the warmth of the Sun’s rays, newly baptized and wrapped in God’s loving blanket.
Rise my soul, rise and meet your creator. Cleanse my soul, free my heart from the bondage of worry and fear, rise, rise and live as you were created to live. Free and alive.