Goodness in lamenting...it's a new concept for me. I'm beginning to understand the way the two must coexist for certain forms of forward motion and growth. They coexist in a way which often supersedes my cerebral understanding and my soulish wailing...yet still pulling both together to meld with my deeply spiritual desire...to know and be known.
Not logically speaking, of course...more so spiritually longing.
In Goodness and Time
Swirling in these sands of time
Stuck and banging on the hourglass,
Slipping through the tiny chasms
Certain I will drown in the moments flying passed.
Songs of lament fill and resound
Circling the blackest of these spaces within.
Celebrating - or not quite - the letting go...
Of visions and dreams now slipping like lost friends.
Yet amid the swirl and impending sink,
There rests at the bottom a beautiful spring
So calm, so stable, so impressively serene,
And it give a wellness to these sorrowful things.
The hardness of sand, rough and sloughing
Is centered on goodness, so true and so deep.
As I slip through the hole and embrace the sink,
I realize what I see is not all I believe...
For the glass will be turned on its tail or its head
In goodness and time, again and again.
Praise be to You who can do vastly more...
than our eyes can ever keenly see
or our hearts can ever wholly believe
or our dreams can ever begin to conceive.
In Your hand is all space and eternity,
and all you and all I,
and all we and all me.
Praise be...You in all goodness...praise be.
Hanging on to the hope and trust in Him who can do immeasurably more than I could ask or imagine...(Eph. 3:20)
