He bends low
and meets me here
in my mess
my quiet
my emptiness
He bends low
after my storm
my roar
my wail of lament (and pity)
He touches me
He calls
my name!
words opening a door to hope
the veil falling
my eyes again wide to wonder
He welcomes me
to rest and gratitude
joy and simplicity
right here, right now
in the middle
Ah, Bethany, I am just drinking these words in. Gorgeous, honest, touching.
Thank you for your gift of writing. I adore you.
Thank you, Hallie. You know the title and more came from you.
And this is love! ?
Love it!