Better Things

I'm heavy with the weight of myself

Dusty with my own sin and unbelief.


I'm steadfast in my pursuit of lonely things


An enemy


Of the light that You so tenderly harvested in me.


I shrug You off--


And put on me.


I let the pain grow strong,


And nurse the tears till they grow bitter.


There in the bleakness of my sorrow,


I wail and weep—

Lamenting over the silent heartbeats


Of my stillborn dreams.



"Why?" I scream in anguish.



Waiting. Impatiently.



With palms marked


By your steadfast pursuit of broken things


You allure me-

Keep me close until the tremblings cease,


And let your Life overflow 

Into me.



"Because, Beloved, I am teaching you to long for better things."



And there-beside my muted dreams


Springs--



Hope.

-Mimi