O Lord, whatever it takes. I am holding onto You.
Through rough treatment, barren patches,
through episodes of almost unendurable intimacy,
I am holding onto You.
You broke open this heart of mine
and with Your lovely hands planted a seed.
I can feel it now taking root in my chest.
One day it will pin me to the earth
and a huge, sheltering tree will grow.
Then I might be worth something.
It’s cracking me open now,
letting in joy and pain and a great love.
I have the hem of that great love in my hands.
I can only imagine the height and breadth of it in the dark.
Stumbling along, as You twist, tug and sway me –
my whole world has become this grip on Your damaan.
O child of God, don’t get lost. Hold on to Your Beloved
tightly and mightily.
Get into the rhythm of His long, holy strides.
(from The Garden of Surrender, 2004)