Your will, I am

faithful to the way You twist and turn me
Your gifts hidden in such dark places

The voice whispers
you know what you know and do not turn away from it

I follow the night owls into the depths of pain,
my longing
leads the way

my longing
is the beckoning that calls me Home

I’ll be whole again
my waters holy
the tree of my body in good ground

refuse to become white salt, pillar of no sea
I know better than looking back,
to not cling to Sodom’s collapse

there’s an earthquake in my body
cities of skin burning to the ground

rage, rage against the dying of the light

I come into the dead of night
aching with sleeplessness, bones crackling with aloneness

my prayer sings

Your will, I am
Your will, I am.