I know from what deeps
You've come for me;
I can see from what mountains
You descend, step by step
to stand in my presence

You part oceans and clouds
to place Your face next to mine
and hold my face with me
inscribed on Your hands

And if I were to say that You
love me, written words, spoken
words, words thought aloud...

they are just not enough...

I ache for you.

This ache that wells up
from the depths of my soul,
an ache that does not long
but feels complete sorrow
and complete compassion
for the essence of your being
for your view of the world
and of your lonesome self...

I ache for you. 

we're worlds apart yet,
we're walking on the same
footpath of life, with me
on this side of Him and you
on the other side and us
occasionally glancing
at one another.

windswept; vast expanse
of true blue sky cut low
by sanded ocean and
mountains sinking below;

and I stand, looking
at my hand in His,
see His words drop
purposely from His lips to
water my dusty soul

We walk through
wilderness, down through
deserts and up through
folds, and we see drought
come and watch
shadow of death go

And through a land
footless of paths
and empty of homes
We walk
He and I, hand in hand

tie me to You
in a thousand
little strings;
minuscule moments
where we love,
share, and bind
together pieces
of ourselves
in fabric whole

I am not holding my breath
as others have done and
some continue to do; but I am
plunging into the deeps
of this life, and backstroking
through these eddies,
and making my way
through this tide;

I am not waiting to exhale
as other have done and
some continue to do; but I am
breathing my way through
these small currents of joy
and these wisps of pain
and know you are
doing the same

I am not waiting to love
as others have done and
some continue to do; but I am
thirsting after and drinking deeply
of a cascading Ocean
that overflows over this
teacup soul

I am not waiting in vain
as others have done and
some continue to do; but I am
moving in Hope, striving forth
in Thankfulness, dancing in Praise
and living in Love, and I know
you are doing the same

why now are You
pouring forth words
into my blood, and
why now must I burst
forth printed syllabels
that hope to translate
Your live flame
within me?

You are a phenomena;
unknowning of your state
of being, unawares
of the disasters that
follow about your self;
You lift the raising
palms turned fists
to the heavens Above

And power awaits you,
His Power guaranteed
if you would just garner
the doubtable self
from all four corners
of your windswept body
and deliver the prisoner
into His hands.

You - with guiding hands -
motion my knees to kneel
and raise up my hands
to embrace Your face

and Call forth the words
that lay on the tip of my heart;
absorb with thirsting ears,
my praise, my laughter,
my concerns, my sorrows,
my love

You - with guiding hands -
draw forth from crevesses
and ravines of a mountainess
soul, hidden shadows that cumbersomes
the journey into Your Heart