LETTER TO MY HEART
Dear Middle Distance Runner,
Middle distance runner you leave me searching
With collapsed organ pipes I gasp for a breath of fresh prayer
You have sweat dry every last tear we had collected
I am tired of the way you keep looking for God in finish lines
Yes I speak actions like empty waterfalls and all you ever do is run
My words ride high on a dead horse and we search for God in anything
Between us we’ve got nothing but empty tears and a dried out waterfall
Words alone can never bare fruit and this garden is a desert sand box
But I am ready to give them meaning, my words and my God, lay before me
I am open chested taking baby steps like deeds in hopes to marry them within you
I am not prepared for this, not by your heart ache or my rambling
So listen you rib caged thunder drum, you rumored want-a-be middle distance runner
You are needed for this, pound truth into these fingers
You pulsing even stepped runner there are no finish lines
I’ve sold your shoes we have no use for them, sit down and let me walk
There is a guiding rhythm in your heart beat footsteps, guide me home
I have carved from you a sanctuary; God sleeps within you and awakens me
There is a spirit that I must love and it is hidden within you
We searched it out, together we searched it out from you
With groping fingers we chased God like a finish line
And it’s left me verbless searching for the eternal noun, that illusive love
Pulse runner this is you calling, so let us pray
I do not mean for us to lift my words from before me and fire them singing towards our God
Let us carry them, let us walk my words and give them meaning
In the silence I will whisper them to you, you bleeding gentle giant “Let me love you”
I will beg them into the space behind your rib cage “Let me love you”
I will cry them to the spirit behind your eyes “Let me love you”
I will kiss them onto the air and breathe them deep into your blood stream “Let me love you”
“Dear God within my hear, have mercy, and let me love you”
Mercy, this is so beautiful. So simple, speak true.
ReplyDeleteYou are beautiful!
ReplyDeleteJust read this again - speak sir. Speak out, you do it with such grace.
ReplyDeleteThank you for your kind words on my page! I have notebooks and binders and scraps of paper and edges of textbooks overflowing with words,words,words in boxes and backpacks, all over my life. I just lost the one I keep with me at all times though, and it's pretty crippling, permanently loosing that much personal thought. I'm backing up some of my older stuff on here, just in case.
Life is beautiful/hard/constantly moving forward. I graduate in May, and am moving to California shortly thereafter to work with a youth-outreach non-profit theater in Sunnyvale. They tour the entire west coast, bringing theater into the classroom as a means of alternative education, community building and social awareness. It's FANTASTIC. I can't wait.
How in the world are you Mercy? How is Jamaica? Hope the sun is giving you crow's feet, they're good for you:D love.