Divine Wings Touched
In the beginning,
in the deep waters of God’s word,
before the Voice
that commanded the grace of light
was heard,
when the pressing waves clashed within the dark deep,
when heaven’s mind was heavy
and it’s heart could not leap,
and the atoms erupted in wild spin upon the cosmic skin,
the Spirit of God soothed the quantum storms
with a private touch of grace.
Divine wings touched
the world’s face.
And now that the night is quiet and dark,
before the midnight war,
before the final spark,
that hidden grace is my breath
when I cannot breathe...
a whisper to my soul
that it cannot leave.
I feel that dark water grace
dropping like tears upon my face,
and I trust God
even when I am unable to think.
When I have no gravity at all
and am in a space between worlds
even there I can trust God.
When I am not myself
I can trust God.
When pain is my only emotion
I can trust God.
When every river is dry,
when every mountain is falling,
when the sun fills the whole sky,
I can trust God.
When I am so alone in my soul
that prison seems like liberty to me,
I can trust God.
God called me out of the pit of nothingness
and raised me up with life.
His breath replaced the fear within me.
He himself replaced my strife.
He raised me up
to stand in his presence.
My prayer is my only thought.
My gratitude is my only incense.
When I am dead,
I can trust God.
He will hold me in his right hand
or in His left hand.
What He will do is good and new.
I will rest in him
and wait for what he will do.
I can trust God.