Lord Wear Me Out

LORD WEAR ME OUT

Lord wear me out in the saddle of Your
continuous gallop

over fences if You will or even
round and round in the same corral

if at each turn the light changes and
more and more beauty coheres and

shows its stunning body

You haven’t led us here for stasis
with our urgent hearts inside doing all the

turning for us and containing both all the
lilies in their silver-white blooms

and the nights against whose gorgeous
blackness such lilies shine

Let me wander loose or tight-reigned
wild or tamed in Your perfect modulations

over transformative and transforming
landscapes as You desire them to be

seen

my own eyes blinded instead
by your Beauty alone

Peel me back Lord
Peel me way back to where only

You are here in the saddle
charging through the waterfall of the world

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12/27/09 (from The Throne Perpendicular to All that is Horizontal)

Categories: Poems, Prayer