Where waters flow in darkness there is light
Where the adult child lays forsaken by God
Where the discouraged are knocked down yet again
Where there is hardship, there is light
In the forsaken, meaning
And in things forgotten, eternity
The waters that feed the land are feeding us all
And through the black storm, a light
Through oppression, deliverance
And through torture, the startling clearness of revelation
When one door closes, another opens
And that which is most forsaken wins
The world lays still under the stars
Waiting for a sign from heaven
In my heart, a blizzard blows on and on
Day after day the snow falls in darkness
And forms press into and out of it
Speaking with me as friends
I listen and I learn things about them
About struggles and the rules of the rulers
I learn about pain when they torture me
And when they bring gifts I am grateful
Beyond them the waters are flowing through the dark
With a steadiness that steadies me
All things coming or going are passing without harm
Without struggle and without evil
Once I was a beautiful girl but now I have grown old
My pain seeps into the water
It becomes part of the earth and I lose place and time
I become that which I was writing about
When I die I hope to become the things I wrote about
The still and the intricate and the cold and bright
Like snowflakes cut out of aluminum or porcelain dolls
I hope to overcome that which overcomes me
All goodness is energy that flows and unflows
It echoes in the sounds of creation
Your voice and my heart and the water and the night
All hings lost and forgotten
In peace the hope that lives on unrelinquished
In hope the final answer
The vagabond that wanders through the desert forever
Is calling me by the name
I follow the star that wanders without settling on anything
And that which expects nothing of me
Just peace that falls like the endless chain of being
And destiny that leads me there
All wandering without form the nameless hunters
That hunt without wanting to heal
Are thirsty for blood that is not their own
But you and I will not be there
May we be undestroyed when the fever sets in
May we overcome that which overcomes
May the forsaken be raised and the prosperous thrown down
May the little crawl out from the corn
May that which had nothing have something at last
And may nothing be killed or tortured
List listen to the voice of the wind that blows
And in that find sustenance and peace
In Jesus' Name,
Amen