I searched, I did
I know many things, I do
My thoughts are close to me, so close
Flames searing my innermost parts
Sitting down, arising
The flames of thought burn and burn
The scruntinised path, the bed I lie upon so singed
Intimately aquainted with the worded tongue
I am enclosed
My hand laid upon the plough, it trembles
The knowledge of you high-beamed above me, unattained
Where can I go? Rooted to the spot
Or winged, dawn breaks me down
What remains unshaken? How I am led?
Darkness and light alike, interwined in the innerward part
Woven in mother's womb
Fearfully wonderfully worked
Exposed frame skilfully wrought
O, my unformed substance has formed an outer shell
And I cannot see the days ordained
Nor what is written in your book:
You say, there is a hurtful and an everlasting way
And the heart is to be searched for anxious thoughts most dear
And that on the wings of dawn, the choice is clear
Monday, 23 August 2010
Monday, 9 August 2010
angle of lean
Israel worshiped as he leaned on the top of his staff.
Trust in the LORD with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding;
Who is this coming up from the desert leaning on her lover?
Look now, you are depending on Egypt, that splintered reed of a staff, which pierces a man's hand and wounds him if he leans on it! Such is Pharaoh king of Egypt to all who depend on him.
Her leaders judge for a bribe, her priests teach for a price, and her prophets tell fortunes for money. Yet they lean upon the LORD and say, "Is not the LORD among us? No disaster will come upon us."
Leaning back against Jesus, he asked him, "Lord, who is it?"
By faith Jacob, when he was dying, blessed each of Joseph's sons, and worshiped as he leaned on the top of his staff.
my staff
my understanding
my lover
my leader
my priest
my prophet
my Jesus
my God
Trust in the LORD with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding;
Who is this coming up from the desert leaning on her lover?
Look now, you are depending on Egypt, that splintered reed of a staff, which pierces a man's hand and wounds him if he leans on it! Such is Pharaoh king of Egypt to all who depend on him.
Her leaders judge for a bribe, her priests teach for a price, and her prophets tell fortunes for money. Yet they lean upon the LORD and say, "Is not the LORD among us? No disaster will come upon us."
Leaning back against Jesus, he asked him, "Lord, who is it?"
By faith Jacob, when he was dying, blessed each of Joseph's sons, and worshiped as he leaned on the top of his staff.
my staff
my understanding
my lover
my leader
my priest
my prophet
my Jesus
my God
Sunday, 8 August 2010
love enough, enough love
the heart's desire flickers
like an unsure candle in an uncertain breeze
what was it you said about
a smoldering wick? tell me please
how can i keep burning when the day covers my longing
and the nights are so very short?
...
today your words
alighted in me
on the wing of birdsong
on the sure, sure wind of morning
'my love, the fuel for the fire
is the locus of your desire'
...
the air of your spirit
the wood of your cross
Saviour, Lord
'enough', you say, 'enough'
like an unsure candle in an uncertain breeze
what was it you said about
a smoldering wick? tell me please
how can i keep burning when the day covers my longing
and the nights are so very short?
...
today your words
alighted in me
on the wing of birdsong
on the sure, sure wind of morning
'my love, the fuel for the fire
is the locus of your desire'
...
the air of your spirit
the wood of your cross
Saviour, Lord
'enough', you say, 'enough'
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