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Elizabeth Browning



Friday, June 7, 2013

Places in the Heart

there are places in the heart
God
of which I do not know

places hidden
from seeking eyes

ah the things that lurk
there
unbidden

only to emerge
and catch me
unawares

I fear O God
that I do not always know myself
until those moments come
when I catch myself
thinking
feeling
doing
something that surprises even more

or worse
until those moments
when
somehow
perhaps through your grace
the veil parts
and I see realities I did not see before
realities, perhaps
I did not want to see before

In those moments Lord
pain floods my soul
for things done
for things not done

I feel like the man
sitting alone
in a chair
under that naked bulb

All the world hovering
in the darkness around me
staring
judging
and in that moment God
I know that I need other places in the heart

Places only You can reveal
places where sacred love
resides
places where hope and compassion dwell

you have promise O God
that such places exist
you have promised inside
this battered body and soul to reside

shine the lamp
of love
oh God
in the darkness
that I may not only see
all of me (not a bad thing, however painful)

be in that seeing
find not only the flaws
but also the beauty
and in that seeing
find
hope

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