In thermal updrafts soaring on eloquence and elaborate exploits. Life rendered me broken. I thought I was free – until severed wings saved me. I knew You were there.

Swallows returned to see if I would venture out. They swooped and dashed back and forth. I flaunted my freedom for a love that was lost. You were there.

I fell helplessly, grabbing at the shafts of light that beckoned. Grasping for One who could save me. A splinter piercing my hand. You understand.

Hold tight, these shadows will pass. Dank surrounds me. There You find me.

My bed in the abyss. Let me die here. You wait for me. Fear surrounds me, darkness overshadows me. Here in the umbra, I feel you. Under the silhouette of nightmares set free – cold as ice I lay. Void of identity, emptied of self. You are there. 

Transcendent Truth and Light have penetrated me. Curled around a glimmer of hope, my heart clasps tightly to the peace. You watch over me.

This abyss. I am not alone. Silence, like the leaves of my past, will not encase me. No oracle will veil Your radiance. Height and depth echo Your existence. My fall will not cast my rise. I will find my voice and this winter’s nest will release me.  My aestivation will bloom again under the warmth of Your gaze. I will soar again, find me where You are.

Ps139

Written by Kim Brown