Where is the good way?
There, find rest
Throw wide your chest and let
questions pour out
and follow, follow
until gently they join
with your soul and as peers,
content like friends – walk beside.
Let questions and soul and maker
meet and rest and find the kingdom way
A gentle way of thunder,
of miracle and newness,
of hope, renewal
Ask: the good way.
Go the good way with your questions.
This lack of understanding compounding
my tiny brain.
How can I understand a child
before I am a mother
How can I understand a man
so dimly tangible
Help me find you through your birth
This frailty a point more clear
and at our mercy to choose
day in, day out
-too often I do not choose
Help me to choose
Who has become flesh
and dwelt among us
while you seem more near
(Or at least while you are smaller)
I do not know
How I should live
I try one thing, it waxes then wans
and then I do not try at all.
I hope, hope desperately to be on watch
To watch and hear, my seeing ears
My open ears
And yet sometimes it feels as if cold nothing,
or loud otherthing crowds in – overwhelming
There is a vibrating in my ears
and it is stopping me from seeing.
Jesus heals the blind.