I'm trippin'!
Here I sit in the same place I sat for two years,
the same place I said goodbye to in my heart and mind
a thousand times o’er.
Unexpected reunion,
bittersweet detour,
path of the Wild Goose.
Hound of Heaven,
I chase after the One who chased me,
down strange halls and through foreign doors,
I seek Your will in surprising nooks and corners of the earth.
So when shall we consummate this dance,
like mythical moon and sun,
chase and counterchase, but never the rest of love?
I told You when I set my foot towards the Mountain of Myrrh,
the Hill of Frankincense,
that I would not go unless You went with me.
Years I’ve spent working towards You,
now I beg to let me work with You—
Let me spend my seemingly unceasing revolutions
in the depth of You, Your very ———-ness.
I am asking for the Burning Lamp,
and the Smoldering Furnace——
the Light of Your Gaze, and the Fire of Your Love,
trapped in my bones,
burning in my words,
seeping from my pores.