When I was quiet
When I died
down
It took a while to remember
What really mattered.
The noises I had made
Shrieked in chiastic
emptying
As the diamond scrape of Words cut to the bone:
I am
enough
For you are held in
Hands that sprinkle wonder.
Cross I bore shred My voice,
And now hear this:
Surrender means I love you;
Be still and see God's glory.
Be at rest, I tell anxious survivor,
for One has conquered,
and Christ's cleansing touch makes whole.
(c) J.C. Vandersee 24 August, 2017.
