...I cannot sleep long, right now... so I'll read & write.
[& thank God for Phil Keaggy, Kemper Crabb, Iona, Robert Fripp, Donald Miller, & Eugene Peterson -to name a few]
How do I write of You?
all the beauty of solitude, anyway
even your name is soothing
I feel a brief inkling
Of how massive you are
How immeasurably huge you must be
Yet… how, oh Great & Mighty one,
Do I describe
“all the things you are” to me?
…more like all the ways you are toward me…
You are a blanket…
The size of a large city
Are an island I can live on
An island that would take a thousand eternities to cross
Oh Holy Spirit,
Are a breeze to calm my anxious soul
Speaking to the Architect of my soul
In a secret language no one else knows
Oh loving Jesu,
The Master Physician’s Rx for my soul
You have healed the rift & become a “bridge across forever”
I stand in awe
I am laid low
Unable to speak, stand or move
For you, oh Jesu,
You choose to heal my wounds…
& keep your own
Jesu, you died to shout
“I love you”
“I choose you”
And then you rose
Walked into my life & said:
“do you love me, too?
A billion times over
...thanks to all who are praying for me...your prayers are very much felt, & appreciated! I am recovering well, no pain so far, & feeling surrounded by a temple [or tent?] of prayers which feels very wonderful...
If any of you go to any of the arts shows here this weekend, -& can easily do so- post pictures so I can vicariously go with? Thanks