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