A New Poem

Into Your Presence

In the cool of the day,

I run into Your presence

In the garden of Your Word.

Hungry for Your touch, Your face

Your will, Your warm embrace.

There I quiet my spirit

And listen for Your voice

Echoing through those ancient books

Scribed by human hands.

Both eternal and created,

Word of God born in thoughts of men.

More than a window into the heavens

Or a relic of the past,

The Spirit hums across the pages,

Grace and Truth for all the ages.

Love beyond imagination 

Wed to human communication.

Mysteries hidden from the angels

Written in the lyrics of mere mortals.

In the whole and in each part

Intoning Your very heart

Every syllable a revelation

Alpha and Omega within creation.

JDJ

10/31/2011