I go back to the wounding times, inviting You in
and asking You to show me where You were
It seems that if I could see You in my mind’s picture,
it would all make sense and I would find healing once and for all
I ask You to speak a word so that my faith might grow,
so that love would spill out from a grateful heart
I cannot hear You
As I replay the different incidences,
I ask that I might have a glimpse of You there
I recount every detail,
this time looking for You in the picture.
I cannot see You
I wonder if the trust comes from my openness to let You be God in the
unknowing, and so, I relinquish my search
I move about to the next thing and then I hear You speak
“I was inside of you. I still am.”
Now, I see
Sacred Ruminations*