what is in my heart, Lord, besides empty silence and holes?

what pours from my mouth, O Creator, except stammering syllables of doubt?

where do my eyes stray, Jehovah, other than back to the grapes of Egypt?

the crooked path he will make straight; the broken reed he will not break

What was in your heart, Jesus, when you went to Bethany? Holes and the horrible hush of decay & sorrow? You know.

What did you say, when she broke your Father's command, when there were stones at elbow and foot? You did not doubt the power of Love.

And your eyes, drawn to heaven not by doves or lightning but faith - your eyes sought the God of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob.

let the mind of Christ dwell in you richly