A delicate palm clinched in my hand. If I lay this down, “will you pick me up?” I’ve been broken in my mind for some time…Jesus do you hear those thoughts as well? The one’s where I doubt all of this mess?

There are no parades here.  The only thing left is the body, you & me.

I can hear shouting from the dark, “you were meant for more…” but a smaller version of me is trying to revive the Spirit.

Echoing through wilderness a frightened child asks, “Do you lose sleep too?”

The pain of this world breaks my bones, just as much as my own.

I promised to cling to you like a lost child in the night. They handed me promises to keep and little instruction on matters of the heart. Jesus does that make me weak?

Break me wide open. I need my body to come alive. My hands tremble as the distance from me to you becomes unbearably uncomfortable.

When you cried in your garden was it for me, for them, for all of us?

Take these falsehoods, as my mind cripples me as much as it illuminates truth. When I walk past this wilderness may I feel the burn in my scars and feel your voice resonating a deeper truth.

Hosanna, Hosanna in the highest

Here I am

weak, but here

I wrote until my heart rattled with force
I paused because the need to go inward was great
Suffering is here
To honor that was to be still
The body knows; Christ knows
We went into the wilderness to wrestle the truth
wisdom comes from the body






Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s