Deep calls to deep,
My spirit stirs within me.
Kneeling face to earth,
I still, restless with the constant wrestle of me.
God tenderly cupping hands to my face,
Gently tilting my chin to meet His deep, loving gaze;
“Arise my beloved, arise” is whispered to my ear,
I follow the Shepherd step by step to the valley,
Mountains courageous in the distance,
Streams of living water meet me there,
Glistening pebbles as the sun streams through,
“Get back up, be refreshed and arise” I hear,
Toes rest beneath anointing,
Preparing this vessel as You so created.
You lead, I follow, up the rugged mountain path,
Narrow terrain traveled beside a ravine,
Deeper into paths we go,
Further up and further in.
I stand in the sun and feel the breath in my lungs,
For freedom soars within.
In the distance farmers are cutting grass,
I know I too must slice my sin.
Confessions arise,
Revelations make way for new beginnings.
Behold, rocky soil makes way for Laurel,
Aromatic blessing as we cross difficult trails,
Establishing tolerance for seasons of drought,
Seasons of wilderness,
Collecting stones of remembrance,
Leaves of healing balm,
Crowns of victory.
Soon enough the fires return,
Purification in the making,
Into the cave I must retreat to remember who I am.
Monastic days, the prayerful life is the soul filled life.
I gaze above at the stars,
Solitude swarms until it settles.
Wind meets me alive and beautiful,
Stirring inspiration, gathering miraculous love.
Hineini, Here I am, and Here you are.
Back to the mountain we go.
We traverse the woods, rocks, streams, storms, falls, and exposure,
Until the summit supports the weight of me.
Deep calls to deep,
My spirit arises within me.
Worship flows out,
Kneeling face to the earth,
Knowing enduring hard things is the root of glory,
In awe of the journey and the honor to be called welcome as the streams begin flowing down the mountainside.
