The Wildness of Your Presence
Written from a hidden ranch deep in the Kenyan mountains as my husband and I sat in Jesus’ presence for examen among the wild creatures.
The Wildness of Your Presence
Sometimes Your presence is a wild place.
Air thrumming with life
Wildness
As if I emerged into a sacred wilderness
Where You and Your wild things
Commune.
I am the tame one here,
The one who thinks
Instead of abiding,
Who sits
Instead of flying.
The common Kenyan pigeon
Perches nearby
Curiously appraising my composure,
Inviting me to decompose.
Goats meander through
A dry river bed,
Their bells tinkling
As they forage along the ravine.
Your food is there waiting for them.
Monkeys chatter,
Clamber along the acacia,
Stopping to stare
And scratch their behinds.
Decorum is an outside word.
Birds great and small
Whose names I do not know
Fly confident
With songs of joy
Because You know each one by name.
And that is enough.
Rugged Maasai shepherds
Trudge behind their cattle,
Spears casually slung
Across their shoulders,
Ready for the lion.
The wind sings
In fits and starts
As water trickles
From some hidden spring.
Your presence is wild
In this savage place,
Where untamed creatures
Exist as You made them.
I find no striving here,
No careful self-control.
The birds are not
Comparing themselves to one another.
There is a sense of anything
Everything
Unexpected things
Here in this wilderness.
You stand among the wilds
Like a chief among His subjects
Reveling in their tribal tribute
To the Lord of the wilderness.
by Audrey Frank
Lord, in this place I feel anything is possible. Open my heart to exceedingly abundantly more than I could ask or imagine. Amen.
In the presence of the Lord, anything is possible. He is the God of exceedingly abundantly more than we could ask or imagine. #faith Share on XPhoto by Amar Yashlaha on Unsplash
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