Wednesday, January 14, 2015

Psalm 139:13-16a

For it was you who formed my inward parts;
   you knit me together in my mother’s womb.
I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made.
   Wonderful are your works;
that I know very well.
   My frame was not hidden from you,
when I was being made in secret,
   intricately woven in the depths of the earth.
Your eyes beheld my unformed substance.

Where the search ends

Daylight falls heavily on the heart:

Will time run beyond me, before

heart and hand hold the fullness

of my truest longing?

Sixty two years I have been,

and still I am not me, only becoming,

wondering if I will have enough time

to be what I am, finally to arrive

at the destination, a heart fulfilled,

completed, at peace, joyful and content

with what I am and what is mine,

driven no longer by passion for More.

Is this how you made me, knit

together in my mother’s womb,

always wanting, doubting if ever

my soul shall find peace and rest

in the Love that alone quiets

every longing, filling the heart

so that wanting is gone and holding

is all that is? Is there an end here

or is the heart doomed,

a restless hunter for what it cannot

finally, fully make its own?

Is this the way you made me

from my mother’s womb?

If so, even so … I praise you. Great

is your name and the mystery

of your ways, for my longing heart,

my eager and hands have searched

and held and known the Love who

holds me, stirred by longing

for what it could not name but knew

it must have. Moments surprised

when searching melted into finding;

longing arrived at its destination

and disappeared for all else was lost

in Love and wonder at the Love

that found and welcomed me

to surrender searching and know

hope fulfilled, heart completed, at rest,

united in joy with the Love who

made me for Love, and fashioned me

to be satisfied with nothing less.

Pr. David L. Miller