Silence On A Beautiful Day

 

Empty lips and vagrant eyes

Residing in the shade

Distant observers

Of the beauty of the day

You have made

Overcome by the exasperation

Of never-ending questions,

And disappointments that endure

Silence is the chosen option

Not wisely employed.

 

The awakening of a spring morning

Whispers promises of hope

Amidst a new day

Filled with mercy and compassion

To begin again

But my voice refuses to yield

To the demands

Of proffering praise

Or pursuing forgiveness

I want more than my feelings permit

But am unwilling to do what it takes

To be overjoyed.

 

A voice created for more

Than ceaseless complaints

I am defined by a false restraint

That feigns humility

And belies the gift of faith

Spending the time

In lethargy and apathy

Instead of liturgy and adulation

This broken faith of mine

Wishes its shadow

Was the size of a mustard seed

Rather than dormant

On the vine

Yearning for light and rain.

 

A day will come

When the sun and shadows

Will be forgotten and no more

But alas,

That day has yet to arrive

And moment by moment

I must strive

To bring my choice

To the fore

And mark the path for my voice.

 

Quieting the questions

I can feel You

Nudging me to forsake

My demands

And partake

In Your plan,

To seek a new direction,

To become a willing benediction,

And embrace more than

The weight of my chains,

And the pain I have known,

In seeking a name

Other than my own.

 

Exhaling a sigh of relief

All I can offer

Are a bowed head,

Folded hands,

And bent knees,

Straining for belief,

With whispers of worship

That never seem enough

For One so full of love.

 

Lord, hear my plea

To live for more than me,

To see beyond myself

To the place You are above all else

To seek only Your fame.

Bring my soul out of prison

And deal bountifully with me

That I may know You,

Enjoy You forever,

And evermore glorify Your Name.