Does it matter?
11.28.08 (8:07 am) [edit]
What does it matter?
In deep peace and silence, or inner storms blowing,
perhaps I war with my inner demons,
my soul feeling wounded by my poverty;
yet what does it matter Lord?
For my Thou you are ever present,
Your love never changing enfolding us all,
in chaos and inner drought or in plenty,
when you draw near, like the warm sun
on a cold afternoon, what does it matter?
In darkness sure you lead us, cruel in your love,
slowly healing us of pretensions and idols,
for infinite love while at times seeming cruel
is only healing us deeply in ways unseen,
for we are your workmanship, your work of art.
Indeed each a masterpiece, your loving doing,
slowly over long years, for some speedily, yet others
sometimes slow and arduous,
yet it does not matter, for we are your art.
What does it matter?
For Lord it is you who cling to our souls your beloveds, we flounder in our
inner seas, yet asleep you can at times seem, but amidst it all in the chaos and fear,
in our instability you are sure.
In pain and strife, or in joy and plenitude, in mourning or rejoicing,
in our lives like a dream passing we are accompanied,
hidden true you are our Thou,
for my Logos, in you we live and move and have
our being.