Delight yourself in the Lord, and He will give you the desires of your heart.
I sure hope, Lord,
that you find I delight in you:
because when the waves come crashing in,
when I feel negligent, insensitive, unfaithful,
it usually takes me by surprise,
especially if I’ve been trying to listen.
At times like these,
I don’t know who I am,
except to launch myself backward
into your mercy,
ringing: “And underneath are the everlasting arms?”
Some days, I feel so bent on myself
that I would rather you rip out my core, painlessly–
integrate new hardware
and upload new desires.
Yet you are Incarnate:
you say you replace the metal gears that grind against themselves,
with a heart of flesh.
that’s what it is–
would you give me a heart,
and then (meanwhile) we can talk