And this body of mine is twitching-eye tired. And this soul is shaking in the wake of spoken prophetic words not ready to ripen. I hear you calling me to sleep and to eat. To eat and to sleep. Like Elijah and the angels.
And you wake this weary soul way to early, but with such alertness.
And you nudge this heart broken soul to Wednesday morning Mass.
The early coffee, the wooden pew, the cadence of liturgy ebbing me forward.
"The Lord encamps around those who love him; sending angels to their help." (or something like that) "Those who look to him are radiant".
And I have no words to articulate this meaning;
But in the silence you meet me. You heal me. You feed me.
In the quiet rhythms of Wednesday morning you assure this tired soul of your goodness.
You untangle the confusion, you straighten the crooked.
"Those who look to you are radiant."
We breathe in your life words.
We exhale their living power.
Teach our hearts when our reason gives way.
We love you Lord Jesus, live loud in our hearts!
