Sunday, June 14, 2015


Standing abandoned on this vast plane.
(What adjectives can describe
a heart that is breaking
from the weight
of its own loneliness? )
I searched.

Shuffling through my

“God where are You?”

Energy spent, I collapsed.
From my knees, face to the ground
The search continued
And I found I’d been looking too hard.

Expecting to find Him on my scale
it wasn't until the balance changed
and face-down, I could see
I hadn’t found Him because there was too much me.

As I considered my surroundings,
The swells and ridges
The firm, scarred ground I knelt on.
I was struck with how inadequate my dimensions were.
Not nearly enough to comprehend His presence.

He had been there.
A giant invisible only because of his great size,
The whole time feeling stranded,
I was searching in the palm of His hand
Only as far as in His very grasp.

Melt down,

Is there anything great that is not in You?

And he hath made my mouth like a sharp sword;
in the shadow of his hand hath he hid me, and made me a polished shaft;
in his quiver hath he hid me; and said unto me,
thou art my servant, O Israel, in whom I will be glorified.

Then I said, I have laboured in vain, I have spent my strength for nought, and in vain:
yet surely my judgment is with the Lord, and my work with my God.
...Yet shall I be glorious in the eyes of the Lord
and my God shall be my strength.

Isaiah 49:2-5

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