Find this level of emptiness.
Forgive my heart’s forgetfulness.
Engulf my worship of sadness.
Embrace this prayer, despite my often awkward reach.
Tear these broken words apart.
Reorder each, so that I may hear,
. You, my adopted Father speak.
Then accept these groans as prayers without speech.
Grip grace like a vice around our fears
. and take these shivering hands,
. that for so many years,
. were so often drenched in tears.
Enter our darkness, breach the brokenness,
Holy Spirit, teach.
Be the fight, deploy Your word
With one firm sound, crack the violence;
that each stand may be under Your standard.
That all focus will be brought to hear
. the noise of battle cease.
Seize upon the ashes.
Rejoice at the sight of
minds drawn to fellowship from desolate lands;
. hearts of substance,
. because every broken ounce and splinter
. has been gathered,
. and placed gently into Your hands.
Walk through the garden of faithlessness,
. that Your light will pierce the dark, choices and the consequence.
Then mend the overgrown path,
. tend to the request for forgiveness.
And as all actions of wounding significance
. are humbly brought before Your grace.
Knight the wounded,
Raise up the contrite,
Breathe Your life into this place.
‘Where the grace of God encounters us, where we are led, pulled and made to grow, there, the Bible becomes clear […] He is the redeemer of that sighing creature within us.’
– (Karl Barth, 1917. The New World In The Bible)