Friday, January 01, 2010

Hello 2010


No more waiting room
No more "wandering"
No more thinking that it's only purgatory
the airport
transition.
Leaving old things behind
and
reaching
for all that lies in store

I lean hard
pressing into the arms
of Love
and hear Hope
in the voice of the Father
calling out
the name of His Beloved Son
in which I am found

The best place.

The highest calling.

3 comments:

Bo said...

No glass ceiling!!!

WildmanDesigns said...

Oh, I love the imagery this evokes. Your use of the words "I lean hard pressing" remind me of how I used to hug my dad. I would have to lean in hard in order to squeeze him real tight because he had an ample belly. :-)

Indeed, the best place to be found is in His arms of love. This poem comes at a good time. I'm just starting a book by Brennan Manning called "The Furious Longing of God". I just finished reading about how Jesus calls the Father "Abba", which is Aramaic for "daddy" or "papa". That's where I want to rest. In papa's arms. Hard pressing. :-)

Thanks so much for this beautiful poem.

Goody said...

YES!