Can I trust the silence to speak to me?
What can make me whole again?
My path covered by leaves:
The colors obscure the way.
Come now heaven and pour out the water
Which cleanses everything.
My feet scuffle as I shuffle
Along the crackling ground of Fall.
In my heart, it's already Winter
& Dry, so very dry--
(Might that I could fly instead!)
Could the snow melt my soul?
It's raining now;
All I hear is water.
Are You in it?







Ben Wilcox

Holy Spirit,

Will you come and meet me in the lonely places
where my self gets in the way?
Can you teach me to turn and face
the voice who beckons me to pray?
I fight against the dark I see
with head bowed & eyes closed.
Images interrupt, thoughts distract,
Peace and comfort rarely flow.
Where is the companion,
promised to reveal?
Where do I find this Man
who's suppossed to break every seal?
How can I trust the quiet not to lie?
What posture is required?
How should I approach the eyes?
The gaze of heaven is heavy
And solace is hardly found.


Will the silence rob my vision?
Can ignorance cloud my sight?
Open my ears, then;
I can't see to listen.
Frightened to consider
the revelation of "me."


Will you lift my head to see?
Could my eyes be raised to hear?
Ben Wilcox

Jesus,

I want you to be my best friend & big brother. I never had one of those growing up. Until recently, I don't think I ever took the time to think about that. I think it would have been cool to have one (apart from getting beat-up sometimes!). I am an older brother, though. I often wonder what kind of brother I truly am. I think my advice could be better and more loving. I actually am trying not to give advice unless asked first. Ha-ha. That's tough to do.
Would you be my brother? I'll take all the advice I can get. I need it desperately. I know you want to hang out. That's what I really need right now. I've been looking in all the wrong places. My TV is always there for me, but it rarely has anything good to say or show me.
Would you show me something good? Something good about me?
Maybe then I can show others what is good about themselves . . . That's what you did, right?
Please forgive me for screwing up my job as a big brother. Thank you for the opportunities you've given, and give, me to try. Might I resemble you as I try, try again.
I love you, LORD.
Benny



Ben Wilcox