At the Altar

I hear the church bells pealing

In prayer hands clasped kneeling

And my broken heart seeks healing

I'm pushing through the smoke of annoyance and distraction

Looking for the fire the feeling of Your presence and passion

At the fulcrum of worry and wonder, find me.

I am reaching for Your hand, Father. Reach for me.

At the intersection of chaos and calm, see me.

I am waiting for You.

It's so late and I'm scared, but I wait for You.

Is this just another celestial therapy session?

Or, is it intercession?

When will the Holiest of Spirits intercede for me?

My hope is an ocean at low tide receding from me.

I am in the street begging for less of this world

and more of You.

I am running through the dark forest blindly.

Find me.

I want so much less of this world and its cursing;

They try to make it look like blessing.

But You are the Song and the reason why I sing.

Hear me.

Thrill me with Your peace, Your Word.

I pursue you wildly and willingly.

After this prayer has ceased, speak to me.

I long to hear Your voice,

low and strong and true.

Find me then,

in strength and in silence,

surrendered and free...

jbh 6.1.12