this open place

I was new born in Christ

a rebirth at age forty-three

I had struggled long

and dark to surrender

it was the end of week one

after giving up, giving in

family did not understand

or believe, tension

and anger made room for doubt

arguing left me

weary, tears spilling

as I drove home, aching

to know if I really believed

what I professed, God

where are You? rattled

unspoken in my hungry heart

I parked the car in it's usual 

spot by the back entrance

of the apartment building

as I was about to enter

I remembered

I hadn't checked the mail

and walked alongside the building

to the courtyard in front

God Himself must have tilted

my head upward

He had glory to reveal

for there, in the thick

cover of night

was an opening, a break

in the heavy clouds

glowing golden light

of an almost full moon

I stopped, stilled, jaws open

I don't know when I took in

breath, the late October air

was creeping through

my coat, chilling

every

part

of

me

yet I could not 

move

I remained rooted

to the ground, there

but my spirit

soaring, my heart

rejoicing, speaking

to my God

without sound

Thank You

You are there

and You have made a way

this open place

for me to see You

a break in the sky

for me to reach

into and break

through

tears mingled with

the wonder

and faith settled in

deeper than that night sky

Joining Kelli in Unforced Rhythms

and continuing to let creativity have it's way as I work through Dave Harrity's Making Manifest, where yesterday's exercise was to recall a time I felt a vivid sense of awe.