You propped up Your feet
and made Yourself at home in my body.
You lit a fire in my chest to warm Yourself by.
Under that silent, persistent flame, my heart is melting.
My life can be divided into two parts: when You are
with me and waiting for when You are with me.
O Lord, the silence between us has grown deeper –
and more delicious!
The silence of a jewel cutter poised above an uncut stone.
I have vague memories of the time before
this madness struck – a man drenched in sorrow,
the constricted voice in his ear of constant dread.
My Beloved, Your dulcet silence is drowning out my fear.
O child of God, look beyond the chisel and hammer
to the exquisite gems the Beloved has gathered in His purse.
(from The Garden of Surrender, 2004)
(from The Garden of Surrender, 2004)
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