His voice
It rolls on a wave to my mind
I can barely hear the words
And I do mean a wave
Gentle and quiet it laps against the shoreline of my heart

How often I ignore them
Those beautiful touches
Those precious thoughts
All towards me
All from my God

Some days my heart is reached
A sandy beach one would dream of
Others are cold and hard
Cliffs far above those gentle waters
Built up on time and fear and shame
My earthen walls

From atop those cliffs I glance upon those waters
Remembering the warmth going to and fro
Of His peace, His Wisdom
Give me something
Anything to break down these cliffs
Anything to feel those waters again

I look at the hard earth in despair
How can one overcome such an obstacle?
I drop to my knees
And it all crumbles.
I find myself in familiar sand
And even more familiar
Gentle touches of a wave
Upon my knees
Upon my fingertips as I kneel in that sand

From here I see the ocean vast
Relentless and unchanging
On and on it goes
With cliffs being but a memory
I stand up
I step in

I raise my hands to You
Shall you grasp them?
I've seen You yet...
Many times but
Still I wonder beyond the highs and lows.
I seek something else entirely
A knowing.
That You are here
That You are with me in this very moment
THAT YOU
Are for me.
What then, shall I do?
I've waited, but not with patience
I've done much, without purpose
I've sought, for my own ends.
What is it you want?
My heart?
Then have it.
Let there be finality between us
A once and for all
Where I give mine and You... gave Yours.
And that's it.
The finality I seek
The presence I desire to feel
The zeal I wish to be consumed by
They are here.
In the finality of Your death
And the resurrection of Your life.

Love
it's why we're here
and it's what we live for but
it's been around here for longer than you or I

there is a something that we have
love, yes
but love is old AND new
it is discovered and created
it existed before but our love is of our own making

the sheer inadequacy of our capacity is overwhelming
and yet we are invited to take part in it
a person in need
a heart lost
a lover desired
these are all opportunities
in which love comes like a thief in the night
to give you everything you never thought you had to give
the fragility of life
the urgency of time
our own hearts cry out for this

Why do we refuse?
because sense becomes reason
and the reasons to stay safe pile up
BUT brother, sister, remember your heart
the days of your youth
you had hope once
you loved freely