Heartbeat

April 11, 2020 by Be Holy

Heartbeat

It is not I who cause my heart to beat.
I am the recipient of life,
The legatee of form.
My heartbeat continues, unabated,
Until You say, this much and no more,
Then and only then,
Will my soul take leave,
Departing this earth, this time.

I will my heart’s beating,
Sound as a prayer in Your ear,
That You may hear me murmuring love,
Throbbing with desire in my groaning,
That my imperfection resound as supplication,
Beating upon Your breast, a plaintiff reverberation,
Crying and wooing,
As a babe trusting, trusting.

Wings of Silence

April 11, 2020 by Be Holy

Wings of Silence

My Lord,
I spread my wings in this,
My poor prayer.

I wait,
Trustingly, wait,
For You, My God

You come, hovering,
And then,
Like a breeze
Beneath my pinions,
Fill and lift me.

I rest on the Wind,
Knowing,
It is Your Spirit
Holding me aloft.

At Your invitation,
I rise,
Ever higher,
Resting on the Wind.

Hugging Your hallowed Presence,
I can simply be,
Knowing,
You know me.

It is the silence of my heart,
That dares speak,
As soaring,
Without effort,
I hear Your Silence,
Your knowing,
Loving, Silence.

A Thousand Trumpets

April 11, 2020 by Be Holy

A thousand trumpets mark Your path.
The lips of angels tremble and anticipate
As hour fast approaches,
For Gabriel’s stormy blast
Ushering the Age’s end,
When on the clouds You will descend,
To come again as way You went .

Sun of Justice with Spirit Sword,
Your Word to cut between the marrow and the bone,
All that stands the test of Fire,
You gather home.

Refuse and stubble
Immolated in furnace heat,
As passing in Your Hallowedness
You devour all that is not meet.

The trumpets’ blare gives way
To music of celestial harps,
And Miriam song sounded strong.
As the martyrs chime,
Finally coming forth from beneath the Altar,
To sing their tune and time.

Holy chorus, at long last,
To celebrate and sing
Triumphant Alleluias
For Salvation’s Mercy King.

Constancy

April 11, 2020 by Be Holy

Constancy

My faith is weighed down,
Because I know myself,
And my inconstancies.

But Lord,
I know You,
And Your eternal and intimate constancy,
And so I lean on You.
Pick me up, press me to Your cheek,
Plant a kiss on my forehead.

Before You set me down,
To my place in this day,
Write me on Your Heart,
For I will You to sign me
Upon That most gracious Heart,
And seal me with Your Fidelity.

For Faith shall not fail me,
But deliver me,
Like the weak and wanting babe, I am,
Into Your ever-loving grasp.