Monday, May 18, 2020


The door is standing open,
Come, Holy Spirit come!
Bread of my heart here broken
For you, and locks undone.

Here, in the chrismed silence,
I wait your slightest word
To silence my heart’s chatter
(Profundities absurd.)

These bones that creak their dryness:
Bid them arise and sing,
Sing of the love that made them,
Blessing through everything.

Undo my false assumptions,
Shatter timidity,
Weave ragged threads with mercy
Until I can stand free.

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