Clouds,
like fading brush strokes,
come off the mountains
to line the darkening sky.

Could it be
I see the hills
slowly losing their souls,
blown free
by dusk and twilight?

sweet soul
weepy, beautiful mess
beating heart
falling tears
more broken than I knew
tender heart child
I'm sorry I abandoned you

I would ask the sand,
“Don’t you ever tire of the waves
with their endless coming and going,
drowning you with their advance,
drenching you,
before abandoning you to the harsh wind and bare sky,
leaving behind only their refuse
and the endless promise of return?”

I would ask the sand,
“Don’t you love the waves
with their faithful return each morning, each evening,
washing you clean,
refreshing your parched shores,
drawing men and creatures to share in your joy,
renewing your purpose as play place and guardian of the sea?”

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.