Deep Cries Out

Criticized by this howling wind 

my posture bends to tend

to that urging deep down where

peace is found

And tell me again of that lyric you sang

about rocks and trees singing your praise

The ringing in my ears forbids me 

to hear that note you made just for me to bare

But I'm still one with the ground

I can almost make profound

that tune from the neighboring leaf

in my moment of near defeat

My hands are calloused from this dirt and miry earth

but still lifted all the same in search of You

 You came with mud on your feet

Will you tell me again of those things you preached?

Did we meet by chance

in that moment I danced 

outside the shade of my shame 

when I heard you call my name?

Remind me once more 

of the rhythm reborn 

deep inside this heart that beats

in one accord with what you teach 

Oceans roar and birds rhyme

with all that You justify

May I harmonize to Your

melody pure?

Where once the well ran dry
You're stirring up deep waters......

Turns out it's a William Matthews kind of day. He helped me finish my poem I've been blocked on for a few days.  :)