Jan
25
these bones, my frame, won’t hold in place. they’d leave and part ways if I was without you. This earth, my home, would be alone. There’d be no moon to share the galaxy if it was without you. my God. I am not, but you are. What was it like when you prayed? Did the rivers calm when the raging seas obeyed? What was it like when you slept? did the rocks come close and the trees lean in? and did the air rejoice just to be your breath? when your servant tried to ask your name, but a million words could not contain, and the meaning could not be expressed, for the weight would be too much to take. so You cradled him, like You cradle me, and whispered “I am.”
