Stirring the soup of this so-called life, seasons swirl in my mind,
glimpses of who I have been, swimming in my consciousness
stirring within me a stew of questions, tiny bits bubbling up
swirling in my brain’s broth, one question rising…
as the scales fall from my eyes-
who am I, now?
When I get still long enough, I hear the quietness
of birds, the silence of trees and sky…I see,
for they are not silent. I can hear YOU-
sense YOUR presence, minus the collection
of sounds clamoring to steal away our
one precious and beautiful moment.
I have decided that YOU, Lord, are more precious
than the plethora of voices choking my soul
with urgent news and small distractions disguised
as necessary which whet the appetite of my flesh
with promises impossible to keep,
cheap replicas of love.
But then there’s YOU-
always present, always delivering, always faithful…
why would my soul desire anything less than the more YOU are?
and YOU are more than a universal pontification,
voiceless paradox, precarious deity…YOU are… whatever you please,
but none of these.
YOU are the footsteps traveling a dusty road
to unknown places, holding out a cup of water
with shaking hands to unfriendly faces-
YOU remember the scars, but not my sin…
where do I begin?
YOU are Creator of earth, sky and water,
the Heavenly Host, and I am your daughter, I am.
… an accumulation of my Father’s plan- love,
mercy and grace at my Savior’s hands,
whatever is known, one cannot understand,
but faith will accomplish at my Father’s command.