Taryn D
The Echo
Updated: Sep 10, 2021
I could not hear God
because I was full of it
and an echo is blunted
by a crowded room
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Time and trials
stripped me bare
There was nothing left -- ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
allowing for this
empty vessel
to live for an echo
The echo
The echo of the song
my soul was made to sing
that I may hear Him
and learn Him by heart
Tired of striving
I ransacked my heart
I raided it like a tomb
I expelled every earthly
thing from its throne
and welcomed
the Great Composer
knocking at my
dead-bolted doors
His hand open beneath
my fist that grasped my
understanding
my feelings
my will
As I played Truth like war
through a cacophony
of clashing notes ⠀⠀⠀⠀
He came and I bowed
and he folded me
with my mess
into the fold of his cloak
and ricocheted his healing
melody around the hidden
corners of my heart
with the tenderness of a
mother over a sick child
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A poured out vessel⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
allowed for His echo
to play my life
in the dead-raising
symphony masterpiece
that lead me home ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
"But we have this treasure in jars of clay, to show that the surpassing power belongs to God and not to us. We are afflicted in every way, but not crushed; perplexed, but not driven to despair; persecuted, but not forsaken; struck down, but not destroyed" 2 Cor 4:7-9
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"Here I am! I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears my voice and opens the door, I will come in and eat with that person, and they with me." Rev. 3:20
"Turn at my rebuke; Surely I will pour out my spirit on you; I will make my words known to you." Prov. 1:23
