Just Be

I drift upon the river of your words.

Forever flowing, going, with no beginning or end.

The waters are still crashing.

The storms are still raging.

Though they rage, I learn to stand still.

No running or avoiding.

I embrace all in your control.

Refining my hearing to hear your every word.

They are alive and in my now.

Can my hands grip them?

Do I desire to hold them though I know they are peace and hold every piece to make it through every storm?

For where shall I go if you have the words that give life?

My tongue must remain still as it learns to be moved by an understanding that gives life and structures words formed in the vastness of his omnipotence, omnipresence, and time.

Though I withhold time, do I think because I hold one part of the universal laws in the universe, that I understand more?

For when I speak words out of turn, I am saying, "I do. "

In return, when I speak in turn, I will be rejected.

Face rejection before the faces of those who don't yet consistently meet him face to face.

Though I will burn, I must face them stilly.

Be challenged and pushed to unravel a different aspect of me.

Who we are is not caught in a sudden glimpse. It is a journey forever flowing.

While he and I discover our essence, a new being is formed.

Where I could ever be unfolding, ever redeemed, ever renewed,

ever-evolving.

For now, we see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face: now I know in part; but then I shall know, even as I am fully known.