Waiting

I lie in wait.
Waiting for what will come.
But I am met with a silence.
This silence I know I have created.
O my soul break forth!
Let the dams of my emotions be destroyed.
I need to
feel again.
I need to
know again.
I am waiting.
Then suddenly,
as the sun begins to rise up,
my soul rises up.
A tide of emotion
fills the emptiness.
There is so much there
I feel
threatened
overwhelmed.
Now I lie.
Not in wait
but in fear of
the breaking.
The silence is a roar.
Rushing Roar.
The rushing of God
into the very heart of me.
And suddenly
my fear is drowned out
by the wonder of God
meshing His heart
with mine.

(August 1, 2001)