Lord, where are you? Where is your river I wanted? My soul’s throat drinks Salt tears and clicks shut. What is the count of days until I stand before you in the flesh? Everyone laughs at the holes in my needs Where my God should be. But I remember when I walked With the throng to your house. We kept faith, kept festival. We made our songs sails And your invisible wind Filled them for all to see. I say to my soul, sing! Lift aloft. None of this is what it seems. But the words don’t work. At night, there is the silence And the long longing. My God, My abysses all meet and merge. I wanted water, but you were flood. Your breakers swept stormwise And I was overthrown. But even the deep is yours. Your love still rushes out On the lines you gave it. I know the song is real Because I can even hear it here. In the dark, there is not much Space dividing faith and need, So I slip my prayers in the cracks Between the times you never showed up, And the times you lifted me, And set me home with you Where the flood never touched. Why should I mourn If my adversaries are unconvinced By a God who would let this happen? Many things need more than time. So, sing. Stand again. Brace yourself. Hope in God. Pant and praise and wait.
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