in my box
out of my box
and I see
I write this in honor of L.L. Barkat who has inspired me to leave my “box” and yield myself to the vastness of a holy and ever changing temple.
Where one moment my ceiling might be a blue porcelain bowl rimmed in delicate lavender and pink and the next a billowing tent of grumble gray and then diamond dusted ebony.
Where green burns orange and crimson and chills to sparkle white and breath meets breath.
Where the air is lilac sweet or peony heady or heat heavy or smoky crisp.
Where rooms are repainted and redecorated several times a day.
Where my eyes can see the Artist’s hand and my ears can hear His footsteps.
Where I am open to receive His spontaneous and sacred gifts, gifts that soak into my soul and transform my spirit.
And I am grateful.
I look up at your macro-skies, dark and enormous,
your handmade sky jewelry,
Moon and stars mounted in their settings
Then I look at my micro-self and wonder,
Why do you bother with us?
Why take a second look our way?
Psalm 8:3-4 (Message)
God, brilliant Lord,
your name echoes around the world.
Psalm 8:9 (Message)
(In response to God in the Yard, week 5, gratitude)
Submitting this as a catalog poem for Random Acts of Poetry at
The High Calling.
Linking with One Shot Wednesday: Poetry~Week 19
Celebrating Tuesdays Unwrapped with Emily at Chatting at the Sky.
And giving thanks with Ann at Holy Experience.