Day after day The sun high The land dry I come to the well Empty

O, Jesus, my Savior and dearest friend, My companion in this season of sorrow, Wilt Thou walk beside me in the solitude Of my silent, aching heart? Wilt Thou hold my grief in Thy warm, strong hand? Hast Thou heard my sore lament?

O, Jehovah, Thou Son of God, let my praise to Thee be found on my lips. Allow my tears to wash Thy feet, accept my offering and let Thy will eclipse.

A dissonant tune twinned to plaintive words can live and spread like aspen roots, binding generations.

I hear Him In the gentle breeze Of leaves Half-flushed With green and gold.

For beloved bits of earth burrowed into my soul–– diamond-cold creek, edged with yarrow and thimbleberry; jagged canyon sheltered

r mercy is a deep river. Wash the pettiness from me and wring me out to dry.

When I was a child I didn’t spell things right And I thought the Son of God was actually the Sun of God So every time I looked at the sun I thought I was looking at Jesus

Lines of heart and mind silken invisible but tensile and tough Even when I severed some myself I could feel the tug Someone on the other end who hadn’t wouldn’t let go

he showed Her Son how to mother, so He could show the world.

Mother pricked her finger And so we all fell asleep Dreamily waiting for the Prince’s kiss. Sometimes dreams feel too real We forget that this isn’t where we came from We forget that we are sleeping But one day we will open our eyes again We will see His face

Beholding the magnitude of your Grace, Enoch cried “thou art there. ”Let me remember, Lord: Thou art there. Let me be comforted. Let me lift up my heart and be glad. Let me remember: You stopped for the woman in the crowd. She, bleeding and forgotten. You stopped to give of your very virtue. Let me stop and give of my self. In your Holiness, you washed their feet.