those whose strength is in you..

10/16

I love You
The way a storm wave comes
Up from the pages and washes me
Wet so that my skin sticks to my clothes and
I am FULL of You.
My heart too big for my ribcage
So it fills my hands
And still.. there’s more
And I see glimpses
Out the corners of my eyes
Of Jeremiah. That muddy prophet,
Weeping. Weary. Open-handed.
Full of fire that can’t be held
Listening in the wilderness
“I will make your face like flint..” and
“if you will utter that which has worth..”
And
“let a man boast in this..
that he
Understands
and knows
Me.”