I stand,
Eyes cast down,
chin quavering,
salt trails glistening
In all of my paucity
of soul I come,
Weak-willed,
straining to have what I want
and to do what You want
In all of my scarcity
of mind
that streaks my days
with fear and grasping,
I hide from the world
In all of my insufficiency
I kneel,
with downcast eyes
and open hands,
letting go my weak will
Lift up your heads
ye mighty gates!
Be opened,
ye ancient doors!
The King of Glory enters in!
In all of His sufficiency
He stands;
In all of His humility
He comes,
Emmanuel, God enfleshed
In the fullness of time
He brings love,
filling empty hands
and hearts and minds—
including mine
In my empty
He enters, a seed in the
dark womb, burgeoning
life, growing light—
the Eternal Dayspring
In the first light of day
He is the spark
divine, disgorging the rich,
feeding goodness to the
starving, my soul included
In Him my soul, too,
rejoices—
In my lonely places,
In the unbearable waiting,
He enters in. . .
