Shine your light in the deep well,
Where the darkness swallows me.
Dig dig down deep.
You ex-ca-vate hope and love
Buried beneath the clag.
Cloyed, cramped, clumped.
With your bare hands you dig,
You scrape away the fetid,
The thorns and the stones.
I love your unsightly face
Streaked in my ignominy,
That gore is mine. I am clean.
You make beautiful things,
Out of mud. Deliverer. Redeemer.
When you dig, dig down deeper.
Inspired by Genesis 26: 12-25
The mud in my well is……….?
Baby has cold.
Baby has a cold; watery eyes,
Snotty nose.
Staccato cough. Cough. Cough.
Baby has a cold;
Mucus covered lullabies, halt.
The night-light dim dimming in the day,
And bunny lies lonely by his head.
Baby has a cold;
Baby’s in bed. Out of bed, in my arms.
Baby cries. Red eyes, Rosie cheeks.
Shiny nose. Red nose. Crusty nose.
Baby has a cold.
I thought it a shame, as you click clicked
That you missed the warmth of a small body,
And the softest hair at his nape.
As you swipe swiped, I wanted to name you apathy, but for your self-regard.
I swallow around the tight ball
To collect blinks, a lifted chin, a
Precious smile.
You can Like them later – or rather, you probably won’t.
Throbbing and dry.
These are the eyes,
Straining to see you,
Through the darkness.
Dimming then bright.
Those are the stars,
Splashing around you,
Wonky star light.
I left you sleeping to worship
Our God in heaven.
I left your warmth and comfort
And walked into the cold wind
And the icy rain.
But when I sat before God
And asked him to bless you,
To greatly bless you
A new comfort, like no other
Settled over me.
A love, like no other
Enfolded me.
He teaches me how to love you
How to greatly love you.
Let me count the ways you love me…
An eon’s not enough in time.
You call me, call me, call me.
And I continue to hide.
While your love spans the ages,
And I have turned away
You love me, love me, love me.
But I never stay.
It’s only when I’m on my knees
And I can no longer run
You bless me, bless me, bless me
And I come undone.
Lord carry me, carry me, carry me.
And I will count the ways
You love me, love me, love me
I will sing your praise.
Lean in closer
Hear His whisper
He is sending me.
Always yearning
Keep me learning
Keening for me.
And he holds me
Tighter than ever
As I slip and slide.
Bathing me
Like a child
Washing me clean.
Lean in closer
Feel the whisper
Embracing me
Fires burning
My soul is yearning
Simply to BE.
His still strong voice
Calling me
Like a child
Making me clean.
