II.
Yahweh, within me dwells unformed ideas.
buried in the grounds of my soul lie unclear notions.
my desire is to be the creation you made
i must fulfill the function of my fashioning...
blow within my bowels...
flush my inwards free from debris;
deliver me from the Assyrian mind-set,
loose me of these slavish thought-patterns.
O Yahweh, the vibrations of sound
the shakings of sonority
these stand before you...the word-less
feelings.
the unknown, undiscerned sensations...
your servant must be the full volume you intended
your priest must accomplish your desires.
Groom me Great Father,
Husband me in the soil of your courtyards.
-Selah
©2011
No comments:
Post a Comment