Sitting in the chair
Having nothing to say and nothing to do
I wait
I wait for your tender Spirit to come and awaken this un lively heart
The drums beat to match the rhythm of your Native American feet as you dance night and day
Day and night you see
The injustice that goes around in everyone’s head like those cartoon birds swirling around a cat
How ironic it is that the noise around is what helps us to be still and wait
Interesting that you don’t work like that
You in majesty and glory
Are always in the wilderness
Always hiding
Not from your beloved ones
But to beckon
To come dance to the wild beat of Your heart
How I long to dance with the King and yet I am afraid of the shadows that lie ahead of me
For what will I find in the deep and wild
I fear the darkness will overcome me if I do not find you before the night comes
Yet my curious eyes wander and excitement overturns the fear as I step in
I am overwhelmed by the smell of pomegranate and honey that causes me to thirst
I climb the mountain that lies before me and look to see the view
As far as the eye can see the land that lies before me is lush in greens, yellows, blues and everything in between
Tears stream down my face
I don’t know why
But I am so happy to be alive
And then a hand forms around mine and I look to see my Maker
My lover
My friend
You wrap your arms around me as we watch the sun set
Every dark deed that had an assignment today
Has ceased
For today I am alive
Free and loved
Some may think this has nothing to do with anything but I beg to differ, it has everything to do with everything
You see, you are the one sitting or standing, or whatever reading this little letter about nothing and yet something stirs within you
You can’t quite make out what it is, but you are burning
You can be the one to step into the wilderness
Climb the mountain
And let Him love you
The question remains will you do it?
Will you run into the nothing to gain everything…
Dear Scribe 