Oh my God, I need some help here.
You’ve come through for me before
when I was at my lowest ebb —
and I’m calling out to You again.
I feel as if I’ve fallen into a well;
surrounded by the cold and the dark and the damp.
How long will I be down here?
How soon will You fish me out?
Ah yes, that’s You, isn’t it: the Almighty Fisherman.
You’ve snared me in Your net;
You’ve got my attention,
You’ve pulled me in — now what am I to do?
You don’t care for fancy words or effusive praise:
Your ego doesn’t require a massage;
You are complete in Yourself, Perfect and Self-Contained.
Yet there is something that You want.
Is it I, Lord? Is that all? Is all what You desire;
all of my trust and faith?
You who have everything yearn for only one thing.
And that one thing is me.
You long to be my vessel, my castle, my home,
my All in All;
and I, the flower within the Living Vase,
surrounded and nourished by Your love.
The Lord makes demands upon the faithful:
calling us to God’s side, sometimes by whispers,
sometimes by songs, sometimes by shouts,
sometimes through our own salty tears.
I hear You, my God, my own,
and I know that You hear me.
Let me see Your Light in the darkness,
and find the Grace that banishes every fear.
Fill my heart with gladness
and my spirit with Your peace.
Let me lie down to restful sleep
and arise with joy and confidence.
You, O Beloved,
are my God,
and I, my Friend,
am Your own.
Inspired by Psalm 4
Deborah Beach Giordano
December 12, 2014