Daleth

Election days
people speak and speculate
cling to a fantasy
of something to put their faith in

Homeless men sleep the streets
choosing freedom
autonomy
city cage loneliness

Seven billion people
making their mark
kicking up what dust they can
and it coats my lungs and my heart
and where do you begin with all this?

I ask my questions and declare my ways
You answer with
this bigger, simpler truth that is
beyond understanding
and say "Trust Me."
"Obey Me."

I choose it
and I will choose it again
but it lies heavy on my soul
and I cry out
because
dependence is not for the weak.

 Lord let me love this truth of Yours
let me run in it
rest in it
crawl in it
dependence is not for the lazy

I will not wait for the strength of heart
or I will sit in my fear forever
I will run the course of Your commandments
 in the confidence of Your provision
today's obedience
today's grace
"For You shall enlarge my heart."

"There is no music in a rest,
but there is the making of music in it.

In our whole life-melody, the music is broken off here and there by "rests," and we foolishly think we have come to the end of time.  God sends a time of forced leisure - sickness, disappointed plans, frustrated efforts - and makes us a sudden pause in the choral hymn of our lives and we lament that our voices must be silent, and our part missing in the music which ever goes up to the ear of the Creator.  How does the musician read the rest?  See him beat time with unvarying count and catch up the next note true and steady, as if no breaking place had come between. 

Not without design does God write the music of our lives.  But be it ours to learn the time and not be dismayed at the "rests."  They are not to be slurred over, nor to be omitted, not to destroy the melody, not to change the keynote.  If we look up, God Himself will beat time for us.  With the eye on Him we shall strike the next note full and clear."

- John Ruskin