Hounding Heaven


With each breath I call to you, my Lord,
Hasting to find you, searching high and low,
Bending my body-mind-and-spirit, sole
In this soul purpose, seeking after you.

Why do you spurn me, oh my precious one?
Have I not sought to do your holy will?
Will you not answer, calling me by name,
And show the way that I may know your love?

But why do I insist upon your love
As if you worshipped, acted in my name!?!
I must be still. For not my human will
But yours be done.

I would that we were one;
Yet as you will, the manner is from you.

Oh mighty Godhead, quiet, calm my soul.
Empty my anxious heart and bring me low.

Do your own sweet work in me, dear Lord.