Poems and Pictures from the Journey
Catching God Out
I saw you today
in the still hold of a raindrop
on a curled fern frond
But I wasn’t fooled by the size
I’ve seen your same design
in the Whirlpool galaxy on high
Your fingerprints there, everywhere
lazily left behind, for us to find
Did you think we wouldn’t catch you out?
Your glory splashed across the sky
spilled in splatterings of grace
Everywhere, your grace I find.
In fear, in stress, in “I’ll show you”
In fetal ball my heart curls closed
Like my fist
All clenched tight
All knuckled white
Primed for self defence
Primed for emptiness
Letting go is lighter
Letting go is braver
Letting go is opening,
Opening hand and heart
Opening to the possibility that control
is not within my grasp anyway.
My fist is emptiest in its clench,
Holding only me,
prisoner with no air.
grasping, gasping breath, grasping emptiness.
In fear and fog I flail and fight
And there Breath finds me,
all curled tight
It reaches me, unfurling light
Beckoning gently, whispering life
Let go, breath, believe,
Lungs begin to fill, perceive,
And open handed I receive,
Only open handed I receive;
I heard your spirit singing through the cage of your skin,
and your soul danced all around like a child high on joy.
Freedom floated out from you and set my heart on fire,
and my spirit caught the melody and urged my soul to dance.
Nothing on the outside can thwart the dance within,
and the storms that rage around us touch nothing but our skin.
We have found the meaning and we have found the song,
So we will dance forever, like children high on joy.
A God Nearby
When battles fought and battles lost
roll as waves upon my shore
when I with tired and weary soul
wouldst sink and breath no more.
When all the world seems wrong and hard and,
and I seem all alone,
That is when I, fallen, feel,
The love of a God nearby.
I sigh and raise my aching lids,
prop up my weary form,
and with blurred eyes and swollen throat
look up to a God nearby.
And in the sky shines a million stars
soft quilted by the clouds,
and I know the maker of all these
is to me a God nearby.
All week you search the skies for me,
but not once do you search your heart.
All night you long to hear my voice,
but not once do you listen and pause.
For I am a God who is wanting to be found,
I am close. I am here by your soul.