The pounding of waves over my heart. The thundering weight rushing over my soul.
Gasping to breathe. Just to breathe.
The unraveling of being seen. Exposed. Heart bare.
The fight welling up in the deep. Never to let it be less. To guard this heart with my life. My life.
A lifetime spent searching. Grasping at invisible dreams. Dreams born of fear, desperation. Wounds.
Broken, slipping through open fingers. Falling down.
Shattered glass beneath my feet.
Flames burning white hot. Unquenchable.
Hands open. Willing.
The battle seeming endless. And worth every agony. Crawling through the trenches. Waiting.
Every fragment of time filled with prayer. Pleading.
Heart bound in Grace. Whole.
Wind brushing across my cheek. A familiar curve. Sliding between clean sheets.
Worth every tear. Every unbearable, crushing failure.
Every careless judgement poured out by those speaking blindly.
This heart. My heart.
"With your very own hands you formed me;
now breathe your wisdom over me so I can understand you.
When they see me waiting, expecting your Word,
those who fear you will take heart and be glad.
I can see now, God, that your decisions are right;
your testing has taught me what's true and right.
Oh, love me-and right now!- hold me tight!
just the way you promised.
Now comfort me so I can live, really live;
your revelation is the tune I dance to...
Let me live whole and holy, soul and body,
so I can always walk with head held high."