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Travel Day Poem

The line winded endlessly through the Bucharest airport. Our squad had spent the night on the floor in a corner by the bathrooms and now we stared bleary eyed at where we imagined the check-in desk to be, somewhere ensconced behind the multitude of people and baggage which made up the line. Every so often, the queue would shift forward, and we would stand, grip our airporter strap, tug our 65 liter packs a foot forward, and then collapse back onto the floor until movement was again detected. I sunk into a curve in my big pack and pulled out my notes app. Maybe it was the fever- dream state I was in from the lack of sleep, or maybe it was the roller coaster of emotions that had shamelessly flung me back and forth that day, but I wanted to organize the words that had been floating aimlessly in my head between the bus and trains and dirty floors. I wrote a poem about God, not only my Savior and my King, but the love of my life.

Your love is a poem

You are the liturgy of my life,

The song of my soul’s desire,

Words fall short

And only insufficient worship remains.

We raise our confused hearts and brains

And trembling fingers.

Water over water

Heaven descends to form flesh

Immaculate white covers our burning red

And iridescent glory fills the room.

Perfectly scripted is this poem

Scratched into the sky

And seared into every insistent cry. 

Memorized by creation

So upwells uninhibited praise

By crying out in creaky murmurs

Displaying your splendor with romantic ferver. 

Your love is a poem that infiltrates

This weary, remorseful earth

Watering it with eternal rebirth

As the earth shatters and sins dark stains

Fade away with all the pain. 

Your love is a poem

Never stop singing it to me

My God, My Life, My Eternity,

Line after line, word after word,

Until my very being is affixed

To your exquisite ardency.

4 Comments

  1. Water over water
    Heaven descends to form flesh

    When I tell the creation story to my nursery children or grandchildren I will share this quote from you. Thank you again Ruth Ann

  2. Ruth Ann, sometimes our exhaustion and weakness opens our hearts to what God really wants to share with us. Your poem is an outpouring of that sweet release, even in the midst of your exhaustion. Your words touched me and I’m sure that God accepted them as an acceptable sacrifice of praise.

    Blessings,
    Poppie

  3. Oh, that we would be undone by who He is and the love He has sent to us. Isn’t it when we are most undone that He reveals glimpses of what He has done. That He would be the object of our/my affections- thank you for this poem of love.

  4. Your words always helps me put my worries and daily routine in God’s
    hands. Take care and know both Pappy
    Jack and I are so proud of you and your
    wonderful love of our Lord and your
    mission. Love you! Granmommie

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