Last night we had a 2 hour time of prayer and worship at our church, with spaces for people to paint, journal, confess, sing, and meditate. I was both humbled and grateful to be asked to prepare and share a piece of poetry, that for me turned out to be a call to worship.
Thought I’d share it with you here…
What was it like when you hovered there
Before making land, water, fire, air?
You were ever the glorious one-
Father, Holy Ghost and Son
In eternal communion in the silent dark.
Smiling as you struck the creative Spark,
It almost seems you were discontent;
As if your love was never meant
To be hoarded within the trinity.
Yahweh gave breathe to humanity!
What entered your mind to conceive of us?
Your image reflected in so much dust?
Fearfully and wonderfully made,
We walked with you unafraid.
Until we’d had enough.
Was your heart broken before time began
Anticipating that day we ran
Around looking for something to hide behind?
Yet you searched for us, knowing you’d find
Us covered in shame instead of joy.
Blaming each other, trying to destroy
Any sense of responsibility.
Except that you’re the one who made the tree.
We died that day and gave birth to rage.
Took that and fashioned an iron cage
In a bid to tame your love and power.
Our prayers went cold and hope turned sour.
You gave us over to our hearts desire
Knowing that we had the entire
Thing backwards. It’s for us we crafted chains
Your Spirit untamed remains
Hovering over hearts lifeless and dark,
Ready with another omnipotent spark.
Holy, holy, holy God
Who oversaw creation’s fire
Burn away our religious facade
Make of our pretence a funeral pyre.
This is why we’ve come tonight
To seek you at any cost.
We beg you to reignite
The first love that we have lost.
So please take away our blinders
Whether stained glass or sin-black.
We want to see you once more clearly,
We want the wild back.