Wake

You spoke to me, I had no choice
A burning bush, a still small voice

The locus of my being, transcendently addressed
with a message from a messenger, of them neither could be guessed

My past redeemed, my present shaken
My future shaped, my soul awakened

Terrified and elevated, baptized and resurrected
I was crucified and born again, cast aside and hand selected

You spoke – my name, it was not heard, by any, none but me
You spoke you gave me ears to hear and eyes that I might see

You spoke and there was light, and it was good by definition
The first day of my re-creation, free of tainted self ambition

The fear of my unknown surrounds and carries me away
From who I was, and where I’ve been, I am not allowed to stay

There’s nothing that compares to this…. This…overwhelming tide
Of Holy wild water, unbound, unquantified

So I will rest, upon this stormy sea, I will rest within your will
because my inner storm was quelled when you spoke: Peace, be still

-August 2020