You have said to me, “Come,”
but you have left me to wander
in search of your desired “where.”
You have named me, “Blessed,”
but you have been unrelenting
with every trial on my life.
You have said to me, “Be still and know,”
but you have covered the eyes of my heart
so that I cannot understand your ways.
You have promised your favor,
yet your holy boon is a burden,
a grace that requires wrestling.
You have claimed me as your own,
though you remain a mystery
as if we are mere strangers.
So now let me know:
if I am to come — show me the way;
if I am blessed — reveal your presence;
if I am known — let me also know;
if I am valued — do not let help be far off;
if I am yours — do not pass me by.
on Exodus 33:12-23; cross-posted at RevGalBlogPals
roll your stiff neck:
you are god’s testimony,
a sign of god’s repentance
pause from your race-of-a-journey:
curl your toes, slowly
flex your toes, slowly
turn your face upward in delight
turn your face downward in gratitude
the lowlands are not too close to the sea for stillness
the mountains are not too close to the thunder for quiet
wash your head of shame
dress your shoulders with gladness
melt the regrets that weigh you down
set your heart on wonder for what is to come
deep breath: in
deep breath: out
deep breath: in
deep breath: out
cross-posted at RevGalBlogPals
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