Respice
begging in the darkness alone
hearing the movement
the excitement all around
wondering what all the chaos is about
they tell me what it is
why the crowds clamor
why the joy, the surge of hope
but my eyes
my damned eyes
will not open
i want but cannot see
i know Him
i know who He is
what He can do
"Lord Jesus Christ, Son of God, have mercy on me, a sinner!"
the voices in my head attempt to drown me out
be quiet!
your crying drowns out our joy
don't drag us down
let us praise Him!
let us sing!
how dare you ruin on our parade
how dare you steal this moment
"Lord Jesus Christ, Son of God, have mercy on me, a sinner!"
i've been silent too long
content to let others experience His presence
willing to sit on the sidelines
happy just to know such joy exists
even if i cannot see it myself
what good is dancing if i cannot see my partner?
what good is hoping when only darkness lies ahead?
and so i scream from my darkness, hoping beyond hope
"LORD JESUS CHRIST, SON OF GOD, HAVE MERCY ON ME, A SINNER!"
and all
becomes
still
something has changed around me
the sweet chaos of the moment fades
into an otherworldly silence. no longer
do the voices condemn. no longer
do the crowds distract. no longer
am i lost in the midst of what i cannot have
all is stripped away
leaving only me in darkness
Him in stillness
nothing moves
nothing stirs
and from this space of unimaginable peace
i hear the question that haunts
"What do you want Me to do for you?"
all creation belongs to Him
His is not an empty offer
i know within me He will
give me whatever i ask
my mind spins
the stillness of the moment is shattered
by the swirling of my wants and desires
all shouting for supremacy
all seeking to be the answer
ask for wealth!
ask for wisdom!
ask for peace!
ask for love!
yet at the center of this holy moment
a whisper rises within my soul
until it can no longer be ignored
and in a cracked and raspy voice
i lay my deepest desire at His feet
"Lord, let me see again
let me know Your presence
let this darkness blinding me
be swept away. save me from relying
on second-hand experience, living vicariously through
what others see
what others experience
i once tasted this life
i remember the glory of the sky
the splendor of the earth
the wonder of a smile
the devastation of a tear
the burn of a stare
help me, Lord, remember them again
help me, Lord, recover what i've lost
help me, Lord, not only to see
but to live again"
the crowd, still silent
the air anticipatory
all creation lingers, fingers crossed
as i wait with outstretched arms
nothing left to lose
all the world to gain
and in that holy silence
i hear Him draw a breath
as He did at the beginning of time
ready to transform
this sightless lump of clay once again
to bring me back to life
back to the love and life and joy i once knew
He exhales and i feel him breathe into my darkness
the words i've longed to hear...
receive
your
sight...
Æ
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WARNING!
Reading this blog has made people want to kill themselves, so if you are easily depressed, perhaps you should find something more uplifting to do, like watch a Holocaust documentary or read a Cormac McCarthy novel.
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2 comments:
Wow, Thurman. Thanks for sharing this. It was powerful. Sunday night was one of those times that felt charged with significance for me. here's looking forward to more!
Thurman, I second Bethany's e-motion on your poem Respice. Thanks so much for sharing it. Hey it was good to see you HAPPY at Andy's last night. Much love and friendship. John
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