Wordless Place

Wordless Place

wordless place--again--

ancient agony's quiet rule.

sea waves roll still chanting rhythm and song.

chanting, "Lord, take the bitter cup, still."

again I question, "Is this Thy will?"

"are not all things possible fore Thee?"

"Then why this way Lord?"

"And why me?"

Many times before the throne I passed untouched,

unscathed, undone--yet here--

at the little cut, the small blade

it was not the wound's size that ached,

but the place: soft and tender.

well, bleed then, but bleed out me

all my self made dissonance, un-crying, un-aching

well, take then, but take out pride

and be patient, while I wail and moan inside.

--it's only my heart. my love. my time.--

oh, your sure voice recommends me still

--It's only My Heart, My Love, My Time--