Tuesday, February 3, 2015

Psalm 31:14-16

But I trust in you, O Lord;
   I say, ‘You are my God.’ 
My times are in your hand;
   deliver me from the hand of my enemies and persecutors. 
Let your face shine upon your servant;
   save me in your steadfast love. 

Snow day

Make time stop;

the moments pass

too soon. I do not fear

the passing of time but

moments come so full

much time is needed to feel

and know what is in each one.

Packed full of eternity,

eternity is needed for the

heart to feel and know the

blessing of each, for mind to

claim and name the beauty of

the world silver blue and brilliant

white, winter splendor in golden sun,

radiant light so bright wintery eyes

cannot stand the wonder even through

dirty windshield, my soul aching to capture

with words this moment, to hold it, refusing

to let it go, grieving its passage, sorrow

that so many moments have gone

unnoticed, unnamed, their beauty

and love lost to the soul even as

my words reach to hold this one,

this joyous gift a little longer

lest it slip away, lost to my

heart, aching to hold the

love awakened, failing

for this love is too

large; it cannot

be held, for it

holds me.

I grasp for words

big enough to hold

the love and joy of blue

and gold, shimmering white,

blinding light, filling me with

a love beyond any loves I have

known. Oneness: the heart knows

no separation from the colors of

the day. We are one, one life,

one beauty, one love and

for one moment I feel

and know I am they

and they are me, and

I have everything

for which my

heart longs.

So stop time now,

Holy One, let no more

moments pass; this one

is complete, perfect, and I

am complete. Hold me here

in this moment, eternal oneness.

Let no more moments come or go

that this heaven may not be lost, lest

I be lost from this heaven. I want never

to lose what this moment is, but mere

words cannot hold it; they are too

weak. I cannot stop the passage

of time, so hold me, hold my

times in your hand that the

love that is here and now

might never be lost to

this heart that aches

to know what I know

on snow days.

Pr. David L. Miller