You are too good for any of my thanks to ever be good enough,
But, pen in hand I will offer up a journal entry of praise that
I know you will settle into.
You are a listener and counselor,
You invite me in to praise,
And thank and argue and wrestle.
Let us wrestle through this together,
As you take my questions and worry and doubt
And in your still small way
Remind me of who formed the starts
And calls them by name,
Who lead oceans to a stopping point and whispered to the waves
“That is far enough.”
Caught in the refraction of the dew’s left over gentle kiss,
To the looming, demanding presence of a mountain
Caught in the rays of a waking sun,
YOU ARE HERE
Making ways through valleys and
Kissing our hair strands with whispering winds in fall time.
You cannot forget your love for me,
Nor can shadow of darkness
Or sin-covered regret
Pull me from you,
You are captivating and holy.
Thank you for being everything this world could never be.
Thank you for the hope you kindle among ashes,
The promise you raise from the rubble
To awaken the fire snuffed out
From a broken past crushed under the weight of disappointment and rejection.
You make all things new.
You make all things beautiful.
You take the scars,
Weaving them in among fear to tattoo dreams
Alive and true
On a bruised and busted heart,
To sing back to you the simple “thank you”.
You are too good for any of my praise to ever be enough,
But, pen in hand I will offer up this simple journal entry of praise.