Our Intimate God
Psalm 119.17 – 19
Morning once more
begins, simple, free.
Dark night given way
to spreading dawn,
Mind’s awareness
joins Spirit to really see,
Grace, love, mercy
flow easily, fear gone.
Being present brings
great joy, great challenge.
Open palms hold
fragile time’s fleeting gift.
Attending to “this’ness”
releases cultural mélange.
Spirit gently insists
no separation, no self-rift.
Dare I allow Creator
God this level of me?
Can I be true to self
with God become so real?
Will Word Made Flesh
give me new eyes to see?
Can Spirit show me
truth that I can feel?
Casting off the cloak
of self-control, self-protection,
I stand in
simplicity, God’s child, birthday suit wrinkled.
Smiling Creator looks
me up, down, no side deflection.
‘Tis not embarrassing,
nor demeaning, the gaze grace sprinkled.
Shall this moment
become a chapter, a day, season?
Will the “next”
reveal unimagined wonders?
Being true to
Creator’s plan precludes false reason.
Being held in God’s
wondrous love contains no blunders.
Empty the pockets of
pretense, pride, hidden thought.
Set them on the tray
of Spirit’s kindly care.
Examine, reflect,
decide, weigh well, each is fraught.
Once again travel
light, experience God, dare.
Life has richness
beyond imaginations’ ken.
Its’ flowing wonder
negotiated with God’s help.
To handle the days’
draught well, leave evil’s den.
Becoming adult best
achieved when trained as a whelp.
Word Become Flesh,
Jesus, loving Savior of us all.
Bring your scarred
hands to show the price of love.
Release our fears,
doubts, anxious minds lest we fall.
Remind us of this
moment, great gift from above.
The Rev. Ronald Allen Melver, M.Div.
3 January 2013
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