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Michael Chase
Theopoiímata —
poems and psalms to God
O God, my God,
The joy and uncertainty of a toddler looking up into her first raindrops.
You hear our praise, and our prayers rise up before You.
When our hearts are grieved, our cry falls upon Your ear.
You do not leave us when we fail to remember You,
accept it as an offering.
Unable to move,
rotting away.
And yet, I hear Your voice say,
"You are mine. I have made you new."
Well, I am afraid.
He is always there.
He is never late... nor will He ever be.
He wants to use the change, the pain, the struggle.
He wants me to grow, to blossom under His care.
Is faking it, in reality, having false faith? have taken me, the unfaithful one,
You have no desire for me You have loved me with Your unfailing love.
You have made me good enough. for You alone are holy and good!
Choose Life 11
insignificant to You.
One to dance...
I watched a man in the park.
One to play...
A large circular bed of flowers,
One to teach...
was surrounded by a larger concrete apron.
One to stand — rooted to the ground...
And he walked around and around
One in death.
that circle.
In their midst...
Like the hands on a clock,
a shallow pool,
he went round and round.
reflecting... moving... contained.
Occasionally he would stop,
In time rocks crumble.
and sometimes he would sit —
Plants wither away.
only to get back up again and
Water evaporates.
resume his rounds.
Statues fall.
Why? Why do we continue
One day all this will be gone.
to go round and round?
What remains?
What prompts a man to pace without end?
Only that which has been set free.
Habit? Torment? Uncertainty? Lost?
Free from the endless cycle of a terminal existence.
Was this his answer to life?
Free from the bonds of created space and time.
You just go round and round
Free to be one with the Creator.
until you finally stop.
He is enough.
What is life -- if this is all it is?
He gives my life direction.
In the center of the park,
He sets me free... free to really live.
nestled in the midst of granite boulders,
I kneel before the Maker of the heavens and the earth;
towering evergreens, clumps of bushes,
Lord, as you give me life and breath,
and a profusion of flowers...
give me the strength to follow You.
Five female statues stand...
Let me drink deep from Your living water,
silent... rigid... lifeless... Let me find myself in You.
Illuminate 15
as surely as I am Yours.
Why so downcast,
O my soul?
O my soul?
forgiveness.
in the choir,
In Your presence.
Break Me 18
of Your presence.
Let me relax in