YWHW, my Father
o taste and see that YHWH is good
He comes to those who fear Him and rescues them
He is near to those who seek Him
His ways are beyond the soul, the eyes
He has bidden us to come and find Him
and the very serch has His heart in it.
when the soul has journeyed, beyond the edge,
the cliff edge of understanding,
and walked the downward path
to the creeks and creveices of faithless
and weakness, and darkness—
what will He find there,
at the center of the heart: His nature?
What has been carved over millions of years,
the gorge between life and death,
will anyone hold his wounded hand,
the one this cloak hides?
will someone touch the gnarled fingers,
and sooth the wounds of life?
“shout into the canyon, son
is it only you who answers?”
it may be,
the crevice we traced was carved
in God’s own heart,
the separation and the depths infinite
yet easy to be found in.