Following God Together - Apart.

Following God Together - Apart.

February 2012

O Lord, our eyes are fixed on You,

And we’ll move when You move,

But O Lord,

It’s foggy today;

Where have You painted Your pillar of cloud

On this canvas of gray?

Or, Lord,

We’re passing through flame,

And as to in which fiery column you glow,

How can we know?

We roam

These paths we thought You called us to—

Is that a dead end ahead,

Or only a sharp turn?—Or does the path forge through?

Lord, wouldn’t longer straights

And fewer tracings-back

Constitute a wiser track

Home?

And when?—

When, when, when?—

Will our paths meet again?

And not just meet, but cleave?

The sun’s hidden up heaven’s sleeve,

And I’ve lost count of turn after turn—

Are You leading us farther or nearer again?

Our hearts burn.

Incarnation

Incarnation

November 2011

You can read the figures

You can read the news

People aren’t numbers

It’s your attitude (that’s flat)

How can we know if we don’t go?

How can we know if we don’t stay?

Incarnation grips me

and takes me to the city

Incarnation grips me

and leads me far away

I want to breathe the air

I want to eat the fare

I want to walk the dirt

with feet like yours.

I want to learn your words

I want to know your name

What if I feel the pain

of feet like yours?

But incarnation grips me

when I see Him:

Swaddled up in skin,

Rode a skeleton…

With a heart of meat,

He was made of dust –

like the rest of us.