Crouched, huddled, humbled
Cowering in grief and loneliness
Hunched over, enveloped in darkness
Afraid, ashamed and alone;
Albeit desirous of great comfort, forgiveness, connection,
Emancipation, peace, deliverance
And yet, I hear a voice.
Soothing, inaudible – yet not.
Distinct, definitive, refreshing
Dare I turn?
Dare I look upward?
Dare I risk vulnerability?
I can no longer live in fear and uncertainty.
This is not living.
Standing, turning, reaching
The Voice is Light, and Rock, and Mountain Height
Where the eagle rests,
Out of reach of any who would prevail in the valley
Still the voice calls.
I am drawn, but I cannot reach.
I breathe afresh
Deeply, drawing in refreshment
Expelling all that would hinder
I call aloud to the Voice, the Rock, the Height above all.
Desperate, pleading, repenting of all that has been my own;
All that has left me entailed to the dark of fear and shame
I am lifted up,
On eagle wings,
To lofty peak,
In crevice rest.
Untouchable by darkness
I see the Light shine on me.
The warmth of wings – of comfort
The security of Rock – fortress
I sleep in peace
Nourishment is sweet
No fear of abandonment
The Voice, ever present
Only when He has prepared me
Shall we go on from here
The Sustainer and the sustained