Arising within
Something old…
Diminishing
It still brings me to tears even now
After the passage of so many years
To speak this way with You so at ease
No one but You can see where i’m hidden away
Though heart, hand and pen betray my privacy
And if anyone is listening…
Reading, following along this trail of moist mystery
Streaming down a page like a clue
This is how i’ve learned to speak with Jesus
These thoughts could be prayers…
Don’t know?
Can’t say?
All i can be certain of is this:
Right “Here”
Right “Now”
Is simply where i begin to shed all layers of “self”
To be…
With You
Have i succeeded..?
Does it matter..?
Not for me to know...
Faith and Trust?
What is the importance of the measure?
Until we truly know for certain...
what is in our cup?
"Retreat?"
Nah...
Too old and tired to run
I surrender all to You...
Face down in the sand
"Son of David have mercy..."
My King...My Temple
My High Priest
My Lord and Saviour.