I ache.
Marvelling at the beauty of your creation.
Helpless, without a word, to satisfy the longing
to extol the You worthily.
I ache.
Each time I find an imprint of your creativity.
Each time I sense your presence about me.
I ache, wanting to praise, but ashamed of my meagre words.
I ache at the sound -
the crash of breakers on a lonely shore,
the voice of choirs lifted in adulation.
I ache at the sight of
the clean shiny green of a new leaf,
the glow of the dying sun setting all afire,
I ache in
the pregnant silence of deep forests,
and the stillness of a moonlit night.
The majesty of towering cliffs
The blinding brightness of the morning sun.
The vastness of the moaning sea.
A vibrant rainbow against the gray.
Leave me breathless,
aching to pour gratitude.
The warmth of friendship around a table
A hug from someone dear
The trusting hand-clasp of a child
The suddeness of a joy-caused tear.
The grandeur of a craggy range.
The swooping cry of a mountain bird.
And surprisingly I know why I ache -
my wordless heart calling to its Maker.
○ 2011 Rebekah D'Souza
