A friend texted me the photo, above, along with the caption, "It's just me here if you ever want to join me" and it made me think of Our Gracious Lord calling us to spend time with him. Here's a poem I wrote after I got the text:
Resting in
His Presence now,
I see Our
Savior King
And,
slowly, oh, so, so slowly,
there is no
other thing.
A thousand
fears from years and years
Of
striving, driving pain
Has meaning
rendered in the now
His Mercy
flows like rain.
He,
tenderly, there waits for me,
And beckons
from his Throne.
And takes
the gifts He's given me,
And makes
them all His own.
The gifts
that I return to Him,
now bear my
smudge, for sure;
So Mary
intercedes for me
And washes
them with myrrh.
The incense
of her prayers increase
My
sacrifices pure;
So things
that once did make me whine
New meaning
now procure.
Emotions
that I never felt
In Him and
her are found
The metacontext
of our life:
By pain
we're cleansed and bound.
I bind myself to Our Great King
And take
with heart-felt love
The mystery
that is my Self
As Gift
from God Above.
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