There is yet love in your heart; do not let it fade, let it fall
There is yet survival and patches of light
A place for the healing to start; in part
A consequence of what has been lost.
Do not fade, gentle one, in the waves of this passing
Do not shiver yourself out of your bones.
The crossing will pass and the passing will cross
itself into patterns – as of yet unknown.
This place is a journey, your steps are not hollow
The world is still firm ‘neath your feet.
You do not walk solemn… awaken and follow
The Lion who beckons you –
To be free.
I wander through unknowns, shivering valleys and deeper lows
My dreams reflect the darkness new- but somehow light is shimmering too
I find myself awash in breath, a consolation in the land of death…
What waits beyond I do not know. A lonely hall dipping dark and low. I will not find what I expect-
But the Lion of Judah, prowling ahead.
It feels so strange.
For so long I have sought disconnection, relief
Thinking the land turned about me
Now new soil greets my feet, an ocean’s expanse
And still the churning – thrashing – burning
No matter how I flee I cannot escape the bleed
No matter where I run I am seen by the
How can I heal? Will this ever cease? Please let me find some
Let us love not with vigor, or emotion, or with zest
Let us love not with impassioned words and hearts pounding in our chest
Let us love instead with sorrow and the heartbreakings of heaven,
Each added soul a brimming whole
Of halves and broken edges.
Let us love with all our purpose and our glances and our restings
Let us love with every one in world envisioned like the best
Let us love like nothing ever happened and nothing ever will;
Let us love as wide and far as the east is from the west.
Like God in Earth heals our hurts,
Let us love
How can I serve you better, Lord, how can I earn your name
How can I be worthy of all the grace you pour on me?
You shake your head, you reach down to me
“I am everything you need.“
Let your grace soothe me
Let its awesome, terrible power tear down my misconceptions
Knock down every walled-up presupposition
I do not want to live in a bubble of pain
For fear of it popping and the oxygen outside knowing my name
Take me somewhere my heart cries out for you
Fill me with your power, oh God, and your truth.
You know me like no other.
Your love searches my heart
And guides it through the rubble.
I whimper weakly, wrought of nothing.
The dark delights in my lack of words.
I cannot even think before you.
Your might is astounding, Your mercy undeserved…
I think I’ve thought a single praise but nothing grazes Your worth
Elohim Shama, I want to listen as well as I’m heard.