Dust devils plucked specks from the sand and spat them in his face.
Walk on, my Son
This is your time….and mine
After a time, the desert seemed so big, and he, so small.
A panic rose in him. It clutched him like a hand at his throat
Who am I?
What am I?
What terrible road lies before me?
Father- my body is weak
I am a drop of water
On a rock
Under the hot desert sun
Soon I will be gone.
But still he walked- still he followed…
In a room scented by the smell of sawn timber, a man hears a voice in his inner ear calling him
it is time-
your time, and mine
enough of the mending and making and shaping of wood
time to put aside the tools
the sharp nails…
Images by Si Smith
(From Aoradh daily meditations- the first part is here.)
9 If I rise on the wings of the dawn,
if I settle on the far side of the sea,
10 even there your hand will guide me,
your right hand will hold me fast.
I am sometimes invincible
And forget my need for you
Even in the shallow certainty of success
Stay with me father
11 If I say, “Surely the darkness will hide me
and the light become night around me,”
12 even the darkness will not be dark to you;
the night will shine like the day,
for darkness is as light to you.
And when I surely succumb
To the gravity of my human condition
Let the darkness be holy
Let the black become royal purple
And the shadows
Become your open arms
13 For you created my inmost being;
you knit me together in my mother’s womb.
This means that you are never
An accidental father
You have no bastards
No unwanted drains
On your holy resources
14 I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
your works are wonderful,
I know that full well.
Because there is a masterpiece you made
Framed in this shabby shape
Are your majestic brushstrokes
15 My frame was not hidden from you
when I was made in the secret place,
when I was woven together in the depths of the earth.
Unborn I was known
Unconceived I was expected
There was a space empty
Waiting for the shape of me
16 Your eyes saw my unformed body;
And you became incandescent
23 Search me, God, and know my heart;
test me and know my anxious thoughts.
Weigh me on scales
Skewed towards grace
For my heart is heavy
With the unshed weight of my world
24 See if there is any offensive way in me,
and lead me in the way everlasting.
Open me gently
To the new-
To the possibility
Of something deeper
And more beautiful