In death, I ache –
Severed and scattered
Across this dry valley
Slowly forgetting the refreshing taste of water,
The sweetness of a cool breeze.

I stand before myself and You,
My dead self and You.
You ask of life…

“O Sovereign Lord, You alone know.”

And by that I mean,
I doubt it
I hope so
Will I ever find out?

Come words that call
Life from death
Unity from pieces
Wholeness out of brokenness
Weaving and binding.

Come Ancient Breath!
I call You to my empty self
And ask to be filled
With true life.

O Sovereign Lord, I long to know, to see, to be what You alone know.

I saw morning rise from slumber
in fiery splendor
and rain-drenched glory.

I want to live
a life
wrapped in the truth
of Your character,
not the questions
of my own.