Ungentle

Wind brushes hair from my ear when spirits visit and say:
"With eyes open wide and steady steps walk the Way."
I stand along this wide plain, alone with my passion, my pain...
And I along the path and plain laid my sorrow by
The road in a ditch filled with gravel, a shallow grave...
God opens her mouth and breathes life into me:
All creation, inspiration, and the sea...
She is every Athena, Helen, and Isis.
All of this and more She gave:
A door, a window, a pen, a key...
And in my widsom I put the walls up myself;
And seeking safety built a prison, a hell.
So she lets go of Her Son and reaches for me--
Answering my unsaid prayers and unspoken spells.
Her Holy Spirit convicts me connects me to Her mercy:
A place where my sins are forgiven chains falling
Off my hands and feet...can you hear Her speak?
Church bells ring a mighty wind moving through chimes
Her Voice sears you from a whisper to a cyclone calling
We are all the same, all ashamed at times, sometimes alone.
God has all the answers, all the peace, we seek...
While we wait...shuffling our feet...stalling.
Angels wait for us to find Her Grace...
They wait at the door of the cave, His grave
To tell us "He is risen" and rolled away the stone.
The darker nights make the day seem brighter.
Trading faith for fear makes it seem kind of real
When I stop, let go, and let God, my burden feels lighter.
Talk to Her, pray.
All the long day walk the narrow Way,
And at night drop and kneel...

1.16.2006