Thursday, June 19, 2008

a morning poem

Jesus
will you come to me? into
murky silences,
masquerades, the calamities.

will you comfort this unfinished sentence

we don't need words to
fill in our blanks --
but dreadfully sweet
silences.

not prayer to pray
but prayer to be

Jesus
will you come to me? within
the cloud of unknowing
to trust in falling.

and so you've come
though I'd known the door
closed behind you.

in the secret of your silence
I will be.

2 comments:

michael wieberg said...

nation, you are beautiful

Anonymous said...

"not prayer to pray, but prayer to be" This rings true, we need God to make us loving, pure, holy, just, joyful, hopeful, to change the very fabric of our inner being, and not just to do things for us or to help us do certain actions.