From This Place Of Repose I Can See All Of Heaven And Earth Poem by Matthew Roeser

There on your side of the valley there are wandering disciples searching under every rock,
sifting through every pile, on each limb, behind each hiding place and yet there prayers go
unanswered.

Why have you come here if not to take up their cause and grant them beneficent reign?
Why have you equipped them with insight and longing?

I see there empty places and feel their thirst, hear their songs of joy even so.
What a remarkable bunch. How they persist.

Why are you here if not to let them find the dial? To grasp the handle?
To use the balancing scale and weigh their souls and all of creation.
Hang them not in your briar patch.

Free us and let us be off on the grand experimental journey to the other side of the hidden valley.