Suzanne Vigil's Blog (2)

O heart

with steady beat

beat a rythm for Him

The Great One

whose voice is rushing water



My bones have risen

from the desert

parched with sorrow

the prayers of the prayers

have called to me

"rise up!" like the beat of a drum



For the Great One

a small cloud

becomes a great storm

a small seed

grows an oak

and a stone

slays a giant



Let the sound of my soul

pound with praise

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Break in like a storm on my soul
Shatter my puffed up imaginations
Destroy this house of vanity
Lay to waste every impurity

Your softest breath is a cyclone
Your loving-kindness is a hurricane
I must bow down
as you rush over me
sweeping your banner over me
in a canopy of union

Come in, Great King
may your dwelling be this heart,
Flooded, and unable to contain
YOU.

by,
Suzanne Vigil
07/25/08