Longing to dive deeper into the heavenly void between my ever seeking heart and the expanse of the universe.
To fly again with the exuberance of youth, to swing in the treetops and splash in the rain.
Desperate to belong, to keep up, to walk in stride in love.
The weight of my outcast heart drags me into the cold dark, my own familiar savage hands tie my legs in chains of shame.
Aching to be swept into the infinite, I take hold of the hand that strikes the chord of my conscience.
The strength of a mighty oak, I feel lifted, ascending.
Shake the dust of death off my weary bones and breathe in me, new life, oh Lord.
Like Jacob, I wrestle with what I can not now know.
Grasping and breathless. I won’t let go until He gives me a new name.
As Angels sing and eternity rings, I hear a whisper in my ear.
He calls me “son,” and wipes away a tear.
ascent du jour 