Canyon

“Jesus wept.” - John 11:35

i wonder
if the ocean roars because it longs for us to hear it
to finally respond to its waves as it reaches for us
crashing, tumbling, longing…
it cries out day and night
yet we have become so accustomed to its voice
that it now lulls us to sleep with its melody.
the great I Am
how will You calm this sea that I am in
when I am the sea?

the essence of life
tainted with a saltiness.
You say to be the salt of the Earth
how?
when the salt runs in this endless race
reaching for a finish line it never finds
pulled by a gravity that rivals the weight of my sin.
falling into the shape of hieroglyphics only You can read
these tears finish the sentences that my throat begins
painting Your robes of white with dark marks.
a reflection of my sorrow
now too your sorrow
You willingly invite

they say rivers erode rock over time
the Grand Canyon molded by unending toil.
i wonder
if it felt pain as the sediment was lifted by a relentless stream
if it knew what it would become.
perhaps one day
i will find a canyon
carved through this heart as well
a revelation of Your beauty.
for You stand in the canyon beside me
as the river that formed it