I heard your whisper in the wind, and
I leaned to listen; but
my lisping voice rose rough and rasping, replaying all the
shame moments,
the named moments—over and over,
owning their bite.
I glimpsed your face in the green breeze of spring, and
I opened my eyes wide to see and be seen, but
the haze of doubt drifted down like a curtain, so I was
unsure of what was there; and
blinking long and hard only tired my eyes,
my heart,
my will.
I put my knee to ground in weakness,
convinced that my limping life would never be anything more
than this,
that tears would ever flow; but
you met me there
where
words are soft and
light is clear and
belief is birthed from unbelief.
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Be still and know that
I am God. ~Psalm 46:10a
Lord, I believe; help
thou mine unbelief. ~Mark 9:24b
