From the Bottom


Top to bottom

Upside down

Inside out

Under and over

Everything in between

Your love covers me

When I couldn’t feel any more empty in this pit, my chasm of darkness and pain

Your love awakens me anew


Patience

You woo me with your patience

Your lips drip warmth and wonder, hope in the grave of despair and loss

When darkness threatens to invade all that I am, all that I have

Your love is the flicker of light, dispelling the darkness


When I cannot conceive of the light, you sit with me in the dark, groaning and waiting

I can feel your warmth beside me, hear the echo of your own lament

I could howl this guttural wailing forever but your person settles my soul


I am but a shell of my former self, but you love me more than her, your light-hearted bride

Why?  

Oh how I’ve asked that question 

Why?


Your pain 

You find purpose, calling out into the darkness

Those truths that rocked the whole world

Top to bottom

Upside down

Inside out

Under and over

Everything in between

Those are the honey on your lips

Your pain is an anguished cry into the wild darkness of night

It is as much lament as it is a gripping declaration

He is risen!  He will come again!


Even when there is no sign of His light 

When the crushing reality of the chasm of the grave and grief is all that I see or sense

You woo me with His love

For you know, it’s even greater than your own

Love

Light

Jesus

Dispelling the dark night of my soul

He robbed that grave, so that we don’t have to stay in it


You

You image Him well, dear one

Top to bottom

Upside down

Inside out

Under and over

Everything in between

Love 

My love

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