Even our Timeless Sighs

 

Even our Timeless Sighs

(This is the confidence we have in approaching God: that if we ask anything according to his will, he hears us. 1 John 5:14)

Even our timeless sighs reach beyond the
disheveled skies, the sheds on the edge of our existence,
the lean-tos of driftwood buckling under the years.

The music is greening, the roses are singing,
the grasses whisper that every wordless ache
is seen before night shadows fall.

Let the circle grow like campfire heat upon the faces
of weary wanderers who just need a place to
call their own. Let the migrant feet be soothed tonight.

Even the fear that rises undisguised from manicured houses
is heard though panes of double hung windows.
Let anxiety’s scent rise like incense from the altar.

Let those afraid to reach the stars feel the touch
of breath upon their faces from
the face of God who is nearer than the earth underfoot.