Depth

The dark inside is so dark

Its substance can’t be seen.

I think I’ve plumbed the depths

But only One has mastery.

 

The surface is the surface

No matter what the depth I claim.

I must seek the One who searches

Beneath the clutter I have named.

 

The unknown depths of darkness

Can be cleansed and made as snow,

If I will, and ask, surrender

To the One Who sees below.

 

So, I’ll ask the One to search within,

Beneath, below and under

To shine light into the darkness;

Once enjoined, now put asunder

 

December 2013

Timing

Sitting and waiting and longing
Listen
Stillness and silence and wanting
Listen
Watching and looking, expecting
Open
Hoping and seeking, observing
Open
Seeing and feeling and touching
Grasp
Knowing and hearing, understanding
Grasp

Good Friday 21/3/2008

Indescribable tiredness dragging me down,

Zapping my energy, please let me lie down.

I lie down and sleep but rest does not come.

Oh when will I live again, when will I run?

 

I was active and helpful and willing to serve.

Now my heart tells me that I just haven’t the nerve.

All consuming my sadness, making weary my soul.

Though I have no desire, being well is my goal.

 

My body’s not helped by the action I take,

If I can’t become well, then what is at stake?

Fulfilling my purpose, understanding my call.

Perhaps to understand these, I must live through this – all.

 

Without pain there’s no trusting, I rely on myself.

When I struggle I find God in Jesus my help.

Then for tiredness of body and spirit and soul,

The resurrected Jesus alone will make whole.

 

So for healing and wholeness and rest for my being,

I must ask while I’m waiting to cease from my reeling,

For God to renew and to alter my nature

That by His Spirit and habit I become a new creature.