Open Up the Heavens

No these are not mere words

We’re done with games

Done with prescribed religious talk

Our gut growls

With the unsated hunger of searching

We’ve searched your Book

We’ve searched on our knees

We’ve searched the experience of friends

And your footprint shows

But not your face

Not your kindly embrace.

You inhabit the praises of your people

You’ve told us that 

You inhabit abandon

And brokenness.

And expectation.

And now “by prayer and supplication

With thanksgiving”

We come, and we come together.

Show us Lord, the reluctance

The unforgiveness, the pretension

The testiness and impatience

Pull out all stops.


The diaphragm quivers

The face is wet

The phrases come with melody

And we are released

Into You.


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