we pen our songs of undying love
pledging our lives in faithful service
yet we miss the miracle
of your love and service
for us.
where is the miracle in my love for you?
what is the extravagance of my heart
compared to the universe
and even beyond?
All in all, it still fails to contain you.
we pray for the miraculous
whilst blind to eternity
washing our feet.
You can walk on the water
and still the storm,
you can heal the sick
and raise the dead to life
but all this is a trifle
compared to your love
inside my heart.
Your love for me
is the wonder of the cosmos.
It is the hope between my every breath
and it is all too wonderful
for words.

the miracle
of your unfathomable love eternal.
how can I seek to understand this
it is beyond me
I can only wonder
in awestruck amazement.
Beyond the universe
this love calls to my heart
Outside of all time and space
mercy cries forgiveness
to this broken life.
Hope triumphant
rises to crown creation
with life.
grace enfolds
the frailest heart.

the forest is dark
tall trees reach their canopies high
until all sunlight is trapped within their leaves.
the air is heavy and oppressive
I am sitting on rock beside the stream
that has struggled to find its way through the undergrowth.
there is hardly a sound save the occasional thud of a
falling branch somewhere in the deep distance.
I have found myself in a place where escape seems
absolutely impossible and trying appears pointless.
I could raise my voice and cry out, but my feeble attempt would
be swallowed whole by a multitude of limbs and branches that cower
around me.
Even the mosses and lichens appear to be subdued by the heavy dimness
of this place. Yes, all around me is full of life, but this life has been captured
by a darkness that I can almost taste.
So, I sit, silent, waiting, watching, lost in my little circle of thoughts,
praying that the forest keeper will one day soon lead me back to
the pathway that winds it way to the sea.
I am not lost. I am simply incapable of finding my own way home.