Immanuel

Let us receive you.

Let us like the earth
hold the seed of you
deep in our dark, let it break
open, unfold, emerge to reach
for light

Let us drink
you like the rain-drench
breaking drought, let us hold
out hands to catch
the torrent of you,
let us plunge into
your flood

Let us know the press
of galaxies, the singing joy
that comes for us in the night,
let us look
up and feel the weight
of you

Let us hunger only so you
can fill us, let us
wander that we might
be found, let us wait
in the silence to be pulled
into your deep.

Let us receive you.

Like standing under the promise
of stars, barefoot before
your burning, like finding bread
in the desert when we go
there to die, like wrestling long
and ending wounded but new-named.

Let us touch your
robe and feel our healing,
let your fingers open
our blind eyes, let your command
cast out our demons,
let us walk laughing
from the tomb.

Let us let you
come to us,
let us receive you,
let us carry you all the way
to the end,
let it be to us
as you have said.