40 days of poetry - Day 7

When I feel the day closing in on me

And I can think of nothing else but past days that have done the same

I remember whether I recognized it or not

Recognized YOU or not

You are there.

You are here

Singing to me

Caring for me while not caring that

I don't care for you

Loving me through it all while seeing

I don't love you

Or acknowledge You

You lift me up to show the angels

Before you place me in a womb

And I

That child

Do not acknowledge your existence.

UNTIL NOW

UNTIL someone loved me enough, without knowing me

To show me Your love and teach me of Your grace.

They dip me in the river of Your overwhelming love

They wash MY feet in the water of YOUR Word

They teach me that being a servant is being free

And being free is home

And now I know why I've been a sick patient yearning to go home

Even though I can't remember where that is

An amnesiac with the blues

It's then that I remember:

You

That's my Father

That's my story

He's my song!

Sweet salvation

Even sweeter because I never realized I was the one who needed to be saved.

Needed strong arms to rip me from a current of addictive behavior, power struggles and sadness

Into a river composed of life and love and release.

I drink deep

I laugh under Your water

I dance under Your waves

Again and again I drink you in so I'll have enough of a never ending supply

To share with the world.

Father, help me remember, it will NEVER be enough.