The Secret Place

A poetic reflection on Psalm 139.

Hide me, O Lord, in

the farthest reaches of

 

the deepest sea. Carry

me away from all the

 

clamor, to the warm

blackness of a still, quiet

 

ocean—rocking gently,

cradled, on the edge of

 

void. No words,

no demands, just the

 

hush of darkness,

and You. Let me just

 

float.

here.

now—

 

unknowing

all the burdens

 

unhearing

all the voices

 

unfurling

all the corners

 

of my weary heart

 

shuddering, shaking

all asunder in that secret

 

place—the womb of the

world, where the Spirit

 

hovers.

hems.

weaves.

 

Take

this thread of my

 

unbeing—unravel all its

ends, pulls, runs,

 

tears, holding each

one, ginger as a

 

whisper, speaking

each into meaning,

 

Your peace rippling

every strand, breaking

 

water into

delivery, as You

 

labor over these

tatters, knitting for me

 

a resurrected life

all Your own.

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