nights of lulling moments

these are strange

 

nights

where my eyes

weighted with

tiredness

and searching

cannot close

for sleep..

how suiting

in the thickness

of quiet

the ticking

away of my

 

soul

writes

my way

 

through

this lull

 

of a moment

cleansing away

here 

is where

I am...

a moment 

birthing hours

of beholding 

light 

as bright 

as change

A tender 

cleansing away 

from self 

and dross

after the

surrender,

a gentle release of

 submission

I can 

face 

myself

as Grace has 

reached 

the depth

of me

or have 

I not known 

it already 

here?

a power 

rendered 

beyond my 

own strength

I am 

embraced

as a Comfort 

has cared

to find 

me

restless

and needy

for this wonder;

a solemn wave

of whispers

pours on 

freedom

from me

the choir of questions

I would not know the passing of deep things

As I sat in the pew with remorse

And the choir sang my heart in high tones,

I realized I was not at all

Real

Questions, beautiful questions

As daggers to my conscience

And flashlights to my too-long closed eyes

I squint….

Where have I been and who am I now

You with great stance on stage, a voice of

Soothe and solace move

The core and shift my mind…

A tremble beneath the wonder

And display of it all

I am quickened

To know me

Horrified to my findings;

I have lost passion

I have lost love in its brightest light

I have lost when I thought myself to win

And this is not winning at all

So sing into me the chorus

Of meaning!

Let me be a song

God loves to sing!

How long will this Epiphany visit?  I worry.

And do I care; can I care

enough to live

What this moment

asks of me…?