PRESS

longing
For something deeper than where I am.

grasping
for something real, more real than my present reality
something of substance beyond the surface and the shallows

feeling
I am out on the peripheral looking in, unable to enter.

deep calls to deep

struggling
to overcome my flesh, my pride, my humanity

searching
for experiential truth, revelation, past “the earthly stuff and nonsense”

striving
for the profundity of simplicity: emotionally, physically, financially, spiritually

straining
toward the mark, toward the goal set before me

resting
in the completeness, the fullness of the sacred redemption

reaching
for the prize, for the high calling, for the transformed mind

tortured
by my own inadequacies, my own inability to take hold of what I have been taken hold of for

frustrated
by my unwillingness to receive the gift, to take it at face value and run

waiting
and yet, trusting, confident of the outcome.
the finished work, to perfect what originated in HIM

even so, LORD, COME…..