The drifting of the heart
Like being lost at sea,
Every direction you look
Nothing to see,
The wilderness croaching in
Moving the heart to desperation,
To cling to something,
Anything that soothes the soul
For the moment,
To go against this tide
Is like swimming upstream,
The current strong against you
To move towards God,
The paradox that moves us closer
Is to be silent and still,
With nothing to hold on to,
Work against the desire
To run forward
Away from the sea,
Stop in that felt wilderness,
Where we taste
Who God is