More than your waves
Crashing
Louder than the roar
of your waters
Stronger than your torrents
Sweeping
::
I am pitched and cradled
Taken by the hand
And channeled
Surrounded
by grey sky and dark foam
and maddening throes
Where is the horizon
and a hope of light?
Where is the end of night.
O my soul, o my soul
Here in this tiny boat
water slides over wood
bone and clothes cling
and wrapped arms
Shiver
down to the bottom
Where is my God?
White sound answers
deafens and fills
Eyes blind
with waves grey and green
O my soul, o my soul
I chant
like a melody
or counter charm
quivering
Why are you downcast?
Why do you grieve?
though darkness surrounds you
remember
remember within
the halcyon
remember
and hear
the still, sweet song of grace
Wait for God
::
Here deep calls unto deep*
my soul to the Lord
the depths felt within
reach
to where no depth can hold
and the faint bar of light within
strengthens
to a quiet crescendo
Wait for God
*Psalm 42:8