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A psalm of thanks.
A prayer to draw near. To my God
I am watched by my Father, God. No matter where I walk around the earth, as a son, I am kept under the wings of the great King. He is friend and father to me. The air shivers with his nearness. His gaze is horizontal, when all things say it should be from above. He treats me with grace, when I deserve shame. I have no place to argue with him, though I would surely ask Him when he will leave, and why he has put up with me. Yet, he contends that I am his child. It basks me in light and washes me in joy, when I think of his nearness. Not just a knowledge of love, but the presence of it, actually occupying the space near my heart, my mind and my very body. The vulnerability of the flesh of my beating heart, all my emotions wrapped in it, is at the touch of his surgeon hand. The closeness of my thoughts he presses against his wisdom, inside, near the top of my head, where my thoughts collect to confer with one another. The hairs on my arms and the twitching muscles surrounding my elbows and shoulders are reacting with minute pressure that comes from his closeness to the physicality of the air around my body extremities. He is near. Too near, yet delight is flowing from it being so. Do not leave, oh God. But do not be so close. Be near, please. But heal me as you burn away the dross. Be, please, comforting as you cut the sickness from my being. Reveal yourself, and yet, shade me from being slain in the shadow of your holiness.
by kim gentes.
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