Thursday, January 15, 2009

i find him at the hinge of my days

You brood in the night in its fearfulness,
You dawn the day in its energy,
You move at the edge of night
into the margin of day.
You live at the hinge between fear and energy.
You take the feeble night and give us strong day,
You take our fatigue and bestow courage,
You take our drowsy reluctance and fashion full-blooded zeal.
What shall we say?
You, only you, you
You at the hinge--and then the day.
You--and then us,
from you in faithfulness,
us for the day,
us in the freedom and courage and energy,
and then back to you--in trust and gratitude.
(by Walter Brueggemann)

The days have been long, cold, and full. Somehow I've snatched bits of Him and He has granted moments of refreshment for a stuffy soul that can easily feel frustrated and quickly slump down.

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