That I May Be With You

 To find that I could fall, around my heart.  Be my everything.  In the morning light, in the pale dark night. Be in my dreams, at night and day.  Be my heart, my very own.  Be my in-between.  My heart seeks refuge in your love.  Be with me, my day, as twilight approaches, however near or far, may my heart grow in your love.  My it practice for home even now, may it beat with more and more confidence, to know as it's known.  May the darkness not have the final say.  May it drift from me into the ever growing sea, that as time proceeds I don't know it existed, I don't remember its sting.  Help me to surrender to your love, that it might be better than I could have seen.  Be with me on this spinning ball through space, that your love may be within and without this universe.  Cleanse me over and again, that I may taste but some of your goodness.  That this weary world will not hold me down, that I may fly to you, realizing that you are the wings, the air, the starting place and the destination.  That I may be with you.  That I may be with you.

Love upon Love

 Do you remember what the city sounded like?  Let the days and nights blend together, so that there may only be one time, one place, yet everywhere.  Help me to surrender all the promises that don't bear what they promise, to the quiet whisper that is always true.  My schedules, my plans, the questions I ask, let them sink in the sea of your grace.  So that in the end there is just us and you.  Love upon love

That I may Know

Someone to pull out the splinters, I leave it all for you.  Have mercy on me, a sinner.  Cleanse me whiter than the brightest white.  Help me to give up grievances I have, to not choose bitterness, to leave what I don't need behind.  Let those I encounter see you, glow through me.  Time, is yours.  Space and infinity, is yours.  Why should I worry?  What do I consider my depression?  Why do I wonder if your absent to me? Help me tired bones to find rest in your grace, break through my dark thoughts with your glorious light.  Let but a flicker be sparked, that I may have a warm glow to nurture me back to health.  Be my home, in the midst of the many homes I try and find, be my home.  Whatever I am, whatever I am not, belongs to you.  Bring to yourself what is yours.  Have control, my senses activates by your energy, every part in harmony, every part one.  Let them not be just words on a page, but actualities ready to enter my heart and psyche, that I may know you are here.  Be closer to me than I am to myself. Bless me that I may catch some of your glow, that I may surrender control.  To be held, in the midst of, in-between.  Let the anchor of my drought give way against your great tide.  That I may see.  That I may know.  

My Souls Paradise

 It's a little bit late to try and cut the anchor.  Be my anchor, my rock, my salvation.  Help me to surrender being to you, letting go of all I am, letting go of all I hope to be.  To find you were here all along.  Calling to me, holding me, in the darkest recesses of my mind, you were there.  Be here with me, be here with me in the present.  Help my past not to haunt and wither my soul.  Help my soul be boundless with your love and energy.  Help me to over filling, let your grace but pierce my shell, that I may be touch a glimpse of your presence.  Help me to let go of helplessness, hopelessness, meaninglessness.  Be my one and only, let the music of grace flow freely through me.  Call me towards yourself, that your bell may ring through my being, alivened and brought home.  Let your mercy be within me, that I may catch a glimpse of your character.  Be my church, my home, my grace, my forgiveness, my shelter, my energy, my calling, my goal, my aim, my direction, my souls paradise.

Shine brighter than the darkness

Oh, carry me.  I am lost without you.  I need your love, your grace, your healing.  Help me to let go of my bitterness, of the sullen ways in which I have invested, towards self degradation.  Help to to surrender all, even the things I take pride in, the things with which I call it a successful day.  I am broken, I need your help.  Carry me through my negative patterns, when I choose bitterness or hopelessness, when I don't look past my own self neglect.  Carry me beyond my doubt, beyond obstacles in which I torment myself with repetitive patterns.  Let your love penetrate my thick shell.  I desire fluidity, I desire pure water, for my drought ridden mouth to taste pure water and be satisfied.  My crumbs have not filled me, my unhealthy dinner has not satisfied, my over-pouring dessert have let me wanting and alone.  I desire to be found, to be one.  Let not my bad dreams come to fruition.  Let not my deja-vu's hold the last say.  I desire you, here, in the moment, so I don't need to fight this darkness alone.  I feel so lost, so broken, so fragmented, that only you can restore me.  Let not this wanting be my final state.  Please bring about new flowers, spring rains, so that life can restore peace, so that I taste the promise land, that the Maker can call me by name.  Let summer shine, in my heart and mind, so that peace may be my friend, so that I see you everywhere I turn, so that grace my be my companion, so that help and love may be known to me.  Let your freedom be in me, outside of me, in the space between.  When I move forward, sink back, or find the space between, let me find you there, full of grace and truth.  Let me but bow at your feet, partake in your joy, celebrate in your hope, be realized just as you realize me.  My home, my true home, that, even when I don't feel it, shines brighter than the hopelessness that tries to have me succumb.

At Home in the Universe

I walk across a bridge.  Is it wide?  Is it narrow?  How many people shall join me on this bridge?  Is it reserved for humans alone?  Humans in this era?  

Catch all into the web which lies underneath all and everything.  The web which halls all into the Center, which makes us one, yet which does not nullify or diminish our identities.  We accelerate towards the center at a speed which we could not contrive, and yet the space is infinite.  We are moving yet ever held.  In arms of love yet partaking with those around us.  Mystics, farmers, accountants, athletes, and the world which holds us up.  But then take the picture out farther.  Planets, galaxies, space and time, all born from the Source, all returning to that from which it was made.  

Could the bridge be wide?  Could it span past death?  Could everyone and everything eventually walk it?  Could a gracious infinity await existence?  

Call my heart in your hands.  Call my pain into your grace.  Call my struggles into your living mercy.  Call my tears into your heart.  Mend my brokenness. Call me home.