I walked with the hundreds
climbing mountain trails all day
and settling by the pebbles
at the summit, to hear you:
I, for one, never doubted
there was any scarcity of food;
Yes, you were always
a miracle worker.
On nights of wonder, you
spoke to us in secret on
marvelous things.
Actually, I did not care:
Whose grace floods the desert
and in whose law, love precedes,
such a one was with us and that was
all that mattered.
And now, by moonless nights,
when I stay up, alone and orphaned,
in struggle and privation,
I wonder, my friend, why is your
coming again set in the future?
Do you not come for love alone
than to keep the law? Do you
not part waters for our deliverance?
Oct 28, 2013
Oct 28, 2013 at 2:20 PM UTC
I walked with the hundreds
climbing mountain trails all day
and settling by the pebbles
at the summit, to hear you:
I, for one, never doubted
there was any scarcity of food;
Yes, you were always
a miracle worker.
On nights of wonder, you
spoke to us in secret on
marvelous things.
Actually, I did not care:
Whose grace floods the desert
and in whose law, love precedes,
such a one was with us and that was
all that mattered.
And now, by moonless nights,
when I stay up, alone and orphaned,
in struggle and privation,
I wonder, my friend, why is your
coming again set in the future?
Do you not come for love alone
than to keep the law? Do you
not part waters for our deliverance?
Part of a series of petitions to the Divine grace:
Read in continuation of:
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/maelstroms-redacted/
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/baptism-of-the-soul-1/
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/chiseling-our-destiny/
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/unfamished/
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/reveal-this-now-friend/
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