BURIED IN THE SOIL OF YOUR HEART

I remember what it was like to thrive in the light of the living,

The secure serenity of the mountaintop at spring.

Of all that I recount and all that I’ve known,

Still I find myself here, seemingly lost and alone.

Day and night my soul calls to You, my fortress, my God.

Do not forsake me or fail to hear my desperate plea.

All around me the darkness and doubt are pervading,

Overwhelming me to my feeble knees.

Tears are my portion, my companion, my response, 

In this prevailing reality and all that I’ve lost.

Yet you are my Emmanuel, my inner strength, my resolve.

Smear me with Your divine ability, anoint me for Your cause.

I want to drink of Your magnificent splendor and love,

To be immersed in whole, not in part.

Every tear was a riverbed leading to Your presence,

Silent prayers knocking on the door of Your heart.

In the hiding, in the planting, in the feeling lost beyond comprehending,

Lord, You are teaching me that the depths of Your love

Are not limited to mountaintops and springtime and light,

But are found in my weakness, even in the darkest of nights.

This life is not lived at the highest of peaks, 

Or in the revelry of the summit at dawn;

The most vibrant of living is in the seed’s bow and in its willing

To be buried in the soil of Your love.

… a self-reflection based on Psalm 42