The Silent Summons

In the soft repose of night
The weighty hush in which every breath becomes sacramental
A holy offering and testimony of grace
God hears every heartbeat that breaks the emptiness filling His ears
So longing is He for one to whisper His Name with love

In the stillness He waits
Desiring friends who would hear His sigh in the wind

Aware of the silent summons, the unheard groan of God
Somehow, she knows He is near, though she cannot see Him nor feel
Yet the pain in her heart is not only her own
For He chose her to bear his mark, a wound of God
At once her deepest sorrow and greatest joy

So she bows to the silence and waits
A living sacrifice

Creator and creation sit together, two weary travelers in the land
He comes clad in her poverty, a Brother and a Friend
She comes in her brokenness and finds Him near, their pain the same
The miraculous union of two poor in spirit transpires in the mingled tears
And comfort comes


(written by a friend and lovingly given as a birthday present)

Will You Not Rend This Veil?

There is a nearness of Jesus these days that is inexpressably sweet.
It is as if the very air were laden with the perfume of His Presence.
"Let me near see YOUR Face, let me hear YOUR Voice...for it is sweet"...for He feels so near that I could almost touch Him. As if that line between the present and the eternal were almost thin enough to step across into His embrace.
His nearnness is intoxicating. Yet stirs a painful longing for more.
To be completely joined.
To know Him. To be with Him.
"And the two shall become one flesh"
Union.
Oh Eternal Lover! "Will You NOT rend this veil"?

Sweet, delicious agony.....