you sought the hills and the heights to express your message
and your meaning.
From the Sermon on the Mount to the sermon on Calvary,
you asked us to look up and learn and then to join you.
Help me to squeeze the hope from every hill and valley.
Generous Lord of all creation,
You have surrounded us with opposing forces that pull and tug at us.
Yet you wish for us not merely balance but integration.
You want to knit us together within ourselves,
within our families, within creation.
you are the word made flesh,
the almighty word from heaven,
the word of life.
May I hear only your word.
May I speak only your word.
May my very flesh be shaped by the word of God.
I wish to listen with respect, to speak with reverence
Each person’s center of gravity, the place where he or she is in tune with the universe, balanced and serene, is different. Musical harmonies shift from chord to chord. The same note cannot be sustained indefinitely.
I reach out to you,
Lord of leaps and bounds, but I teeter,
I sway on the edge of awareness.
I have learned of you.
I have met you.
I have known you.
I have loved you.
You wait for me beneath the trapeze.
Here I am, Lord!
Help me to stay.
Still the ticking of my heart clock, my mind chimes, my footfalls.
Stay, still, stop, my soul.
Be seated, be slowed, be silent, be soft.
Here I am, Lord!
I set my watch to keep watch with you.
I wait upon your word.
The waiting requires our patience and learning patience requires that we wait. It is the spinning of a holy circle with you and God together at the center; it is the creation of an upper room. You cannot postpone this waiting until you have nothing else to do.
I will arise and go now to a place you have prepared.
I will arise with confidence that I know the way
though your leading is revealed just one step at a time.
You had no place to lay your head yet every place is yours,
marked by your miracles, touched by your hand,
Jesus, who came to seek the lost,
give me the willingness to be found by you.
I am scattered about, playing hide and seek with grace.
Pieces of myself
lie here and there,
in this room and that,
in the past and over the horizon,
above and below,