Today I have the opportunity to share another one of my daughter, Camille’s poems. She wrote this poem during her time serving at the Grand Canyon this past summer. –John
a prayer for the Loud Lord
You are loud here. winds wind through royal blue stone, drowning my breath.
so small. so fleeting. so futile. but the vapor of a whisper.
i don’t need to go anywhere to find you. You are here.
bats like butterflies whirl around me.
dip and dive and barrel and glide in a dance to the Creator.
creation glows at day's end. glory unto God who blesses rest, placing value in slowing breath.
He ordains as we dwell in the safety of grace.
i cannot capture this miracle.
only sit as dust on larger stone. larger than I am, larger than my weight.
i trust my Jireh will carry my weight, my heaviness. i trust my Yahweh will protect, love and provide. i trust in the Rock of all ages. i trust my Abba to hold and cradle me in His raw heart.
i am blessed to cry out for this rock that longs to. worship whipped through winds to heavenly waters. would I be loud as your creation is loud. glory unto my Loud Lord.
shalom in shamayim.
shalom prepared for me.
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