God who is always greater
God who is always truer
God whose answer to Himself echoes
Down the arches of the years
Of our hearts, Gothic cathedrals
With high arches and lofty ideals
With crumbling foundations
And catacombs of broken dreams.
Whose answer echoes down
The arches of worn stone
Etched by years of worry and fear
Hate and care,
Dark and light
Death and Life.
Whose Life is in us and never near us
Whom we encase in our own fault
We see God.
He is in the pulpit,
On the altar,
Always near and always elusive--
Emmanuel at a distance.
Whom do we keep at bay?
Whose eyes do we meet
When no one is watching?
God in the silence,
God in the keep of the
Castle of our hearts.
We stow Him safely away
Because we know He knows our pain.
God who is always mightier.
God who is always stronger.
God who will not shift
From the stony barrenness of our hearts
Because He sees what lies
God who raises dead to life,
God who mends the soul.
God who sees the broken dreams
And lies that we’ve been told.
God--where are You?
The answer to Yourself
Echoes down the arches of the years
Of the cathedrals of our hearts.
Rings high and lofty like an organ tone
And falls softly, softly down the etched scars
And engravings on our walls.
Which settles like a soft golden wool
Drawing warmth into the drafty spaces
And darkness from our eyes.
The note that pierces, breaks, and falls
Down the ruins of our hearts
Reverberates eternal beneath our skin,
Invisible but certain--
This poem was written by a dear sister who wishes to remain anonymous and we are so thankful for her willingness to share this with you all.