Speak, Lord
Your servant
Listens
Bare feet
Bent knee
Before burning bush
All-consuming fire
Billows flames
That do not consume
But slough away
Layers of flesh
And lust and pride
Until all that remains
Is the inner core
Who I was created to be
Speak, Lord
Your servant
Listens
Burrowed in cave
Eyes squinting
Toward light
Ear bent
To air
To ground
Hanging on
Every clash
And bang
Attentive
To every
Turn of the wind
Speak, Lord
Your servant
Listens
In the silence
Echoing whispers
Through canyon
Come out
And let yourself
Be unbound
Sit
And eat
This bread
Rest
And drink
This wine
Speak, Lord
Your servant
Listens
Abide in the Word
And Wisdom
Will abide in you
Wait
And once I waited
I hadn’t to wait for long
Now I wait
Wait
Wait with the patience of Job
Be sill
and know
I Am
Speak, Lord
Your servant
Listens
Even though
The rooted tree
Doesn’t blossom
Even though
The clinging vine
Bears no fruit
Even though
The tended crop
Fails to grow
Yet I will rejoice
Yet I will trust
Yet I will listen
Speak, Lord
Your servant
Listens
Incline your ear
Come near to me
Hear
I am thirsty
I am hungry
I am poor
My thoughts
Are not your thoughts
Neither my ways your ways
You are everlasting
I am
But a breath
Speak, Lord
Your servant
Listens
Yet you formed me
You knew me
You know me
You said
I will
Be with you
When you pass
Through
The fire
Be now my refuge
In the midst
Of doubt
Speak, Lord
Your servant
Listens
Still
Small
Voice
It
Is
Finished
Come
Have
Breakfast
All
Will be
Well
