Tuesday, February 28, 2012
O God my God,
I cry out to you.
The ache and longing forever by my side,
longing for more Love Divine.
Triune God will I see
this ache is meant to draw me to Thee.
How perilous this human part
if not directed towards your heart.
If only these lenses were cleansed
to see the pain a means to your end.
Brokeness and frayed edges all around.
Am I the only one who sees?
How out of sorts things are with 'we.'
Longing for a place called home,
tired of this sojourners roam.
Crying inward for something different than the same,
is it fear keeping me lame?
Hope beckons of community renewed,
but only if I sit with You.
Triune Dancer spins and twirls,
"Come, dance with Me, that
I might settle thee."
Uncomfortable steps and eyes so close,
something softens, fragile petals of this rose.
Fragrance rises with thorns and all,
strength given on this dance floor of my soul.