YHWH, my Father (Part V)

YWHW, my Father

o taste and see that YHWH is good

He comes to those who fear Him and rescues them

He is near to those who seek Him

His ways are beyond the soul, the eyes

He has bidden us to come and find Him

and the very serch has His heart in it.

when the soul has journeyed, beyond the edge,

the cliff edge of understanding,

and walked the downward path

to the creeks and creveices of faithless

and weakness, and darkness—

what will He find there,

at the center of the heart: His nature?

What has been carved over millions of years,

the gorge between life and death,

will anyone hold his wounded hand,

the one this cloak hides?

will someone touch the gnarled fingers,

and sooth the wounds of life?

“shout into the canyon, son

is it only you who answers?”

it may be,

the crevice we traced was carved

in God’s own heart,

the separation and the depths infinite

yet easy to be found in.