DEEP DARKNESS
There are times I can’t open my eyes,
but most times I find I don’t panic,
for it’s then I believe God hasn’t finished
the painting he wants me to see.
It’s not just my eyes he paints for,
but for those who take time to look closely
at how even the simplest clutch of icicles
can reveal more stories than a book.
There are times I can’t open my eyes,
but then I remember His promise
to provide me with all that I’ll need
exactly when I need it.
Pictures can be the balm my soul craves,
wordless, breathless and silent,
but darkness can take me nearer the Deep
and feed my hunger for trust.
There are times I can’t open my eyes,
but most times I find I don’t panic,
for it’s then I believe God hasn’t finished
the painting he wants me to see.
It’s not just my eyes he paints for,
but for those who take time to look closely
at how even the simplest clutch of icicles
can reveal more stories than a book.
There are times I can’t open my eyes,
but then I remember His promise
to provide me with all that I’ll need
exactly when I need it.
Pictures can be the balm my soul craves,
wordless, breathless and silent,
but darkness can take me nearer the Deep
and feed my hunger for trust.
1 Comments:
Great poem Rich, I love "darkness can take me nearer the Deep." How I love the darkness of God!
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