Five Minute Friday asked me to write for five minutes about my week. This is what happened.
On the day
You sang Your glory
into the void
and chose
us, chose
this
on that day You saw
all the days
to the very end.
And still
You sang.
Still You grew
a world
whole universes
of love into being
even knowing
how we would
wreck and ruin
devastate and
destroy.
More than one of us
has asked You why.
Dare I say most
have stared
or glared
upward agonized
I didn’t ask for
this I never wanted
this.
It’s a wonder
to me
You knew all this
maybe even felt
all the pain of all the angry
fist-shakers
crucifiers
all at once in one
heaving
blow.
And still we
could not shake
Your purpose
could not take down
the song
that sings over us still.
You see all
the days to the very
end.
Maybe that is why
You stay, why
You take my hand and pull
me out to starlit
glory, why You whisper
my name
in the night.
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This, just this. I am wondering why so often recently i am sure God is fed up of hearing me.
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Yes, He is so patient with us. So much more than we are with ourselves–or with Him! Thanks for reading.
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What a lovely, heartfelt poem!
My feeling resonates with RebelWith Kindness’ comment above: I recently asked Barb if God had silenced my voice because He was tired of hearing my prayers.
She said, “No.”
Actually, she was more emphatic than that, and having been a union shop steward in a manufacturing plant, used language that I probably should not repeat here.
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And, He dances over you. Zephaniah 3.17 (FMF #11)
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This is beautiful! I love that God knew it all but never gave up on us.
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