Pearl
Let
me find You in this trace of simpleness.
Not
in the familiar folds of Your being,
The
way I come to You,
Knowing
places,
Ways,
My
mind devising plot and strength and feeling,
No,
It
is something I must learn.
Your
heart.
Your
meaning.
Why You love me,
Why
In Spirit
There
is no agenda,
No
written set of orders
I
must obey.
Like
a breath of silk
Settling
by my side,
I
listen,
Searching
for You.
Explore
this,
The
beat that drives communion in the night,
The
gentle nudge that pushes self away
And
stations You above my needs,
My
wants.
Is
that it?
Or
is there something further still
Unannounced,
Washing
over me,
Soaring
down my throat
Like
a bird in flight,
Looking
for its oasis?
What
is simple?
When
you fill me with the essence of your journey,
When
my task is to ask for nothing
But
to remain by Your side?
Then You show me the pearls.
Take
me down to the depths,
Create
in me a secret place
Where
memory shows me in Your goodness
How
I danced when I was bound.
How
my brokenness met kindness
Like
a welcome friend.
How
closeness sat with me,
I
sensed its warmth,
It
drew me in with thankfulness
And
lessened the blows that life had thrown at me
Thus
far.
I
collected all You gave me,
A
smile,
A
look,
A
simple touch,
The
seventieth hug.
Take
me down.
Watch
me as I sit with You,
Hunched
over,
Threading,
Knowing,
Stringing
pearls.
Shall
I wear You?
Shall
I be like a diamond in the dark?
It’s
in the simple measure
Of
all You gave to me
That
I find you,
And
my agenda falls apart.
