More Of You Poem by L C Vieira

More Of You



I stood to pray the other day,

my arms held high, my eyes up-raised,

to worship many names I know

of YHWH’s infinite renown.


But suddenly and strangely true

I felt myself as Old and New.

My face was hiding on the floor

and trying to retreat some more.


As I withdrew, I drew so near

the paradox of boldest fear.

I could not lift my head again:

the Light so bright and Holy scent.


I knew I was just at the Door

content inside one step, no more,

the Temple opened wide for me

yet I was shaking just to be.


I sensed the Love that overwhelms,

the Good of all of heaven’s realms.

I felt His Mercy in my core

and could not stand to suffer More.


Imagine More than we know now,

to feel the hues, to hear somehow

such music - flowers growing in

a unifying song to Him.


His Word in echoes from the start

repeats upon my beating heart,

and still I lie here, not to feel

the Greatest Love, more real than real.


Oh let me just remain this near,

it is enough to just be here.

The others, they who served You best,

have had enough to have Your Rest.


It is enough, You are enough,

and I am nothing more than dust.

This earthly flesh, it cannot bear

to see Your face, You standing there.


I always thought I’d run to You,

but now I wonder what I’d do,

when suddenly it is not me,

but You who calls and comes to free.


The music stills, the many wait

and in that crowd, I hesitate

when with a touch I recognize,

He lifts me up before His eyes.


And then it’s done. My new name IS

and spoken as if with a kiss

and softness as upon the Tree,

the weight of all, and all for me.


'O Greatest Love, how can It be,

that You My God should die for me? '

Though darkest terrors threaten me,

I’m sheltered in my Destiny.


There with the remnant, I stand close

for as You promised, so You rose,

and in Your words the blind men see,

that from one death, all death will flee.

Yes, by Your blood, You set me free,


and Love Eternal welcomes me.

Yes, Love Eternal welcomes me.


(Dec.2,2015)

More Of You
Wednesday, December 2, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: christianity
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
His Love overwhelms our sin and gently breaks us as He rebuilds.
How often have we turned away from His Word to see only what we want to see, and hear only what we want to hear?
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L C Vieira

L C Vieira

Lisbon, Portugal
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