making room

letting every heart,
prepare him room.

gaze,
attention to what i attend,
where my eyes choose,
giving oxygen, devotion lend,
every view,
make him room.

a pause,
break to the bustle,
before a grooved routine,
defy the hustle,
option for redirection,
before guttural reaction,
every move,
make him room.

volume,
stormy sending, a thunder clap,
wild words and sound,
brain spins, heart in nap.
for every boom,
not to assume,
unless confirmed in whisper.
not noise to drown,
but heart to tune,
let every ear,
make him room.

supply,
in my lack,
with nothing left in store,
or enough, a little something,
i gather jars for more.
more spaces to contain,
the oil, the water,
thirsting again, ever drained.
when he’s pouring,
make him room.

comfort,
in my dwelling,
a lamp, a desk, a bed,
an upper room offering,
a place to lay his head.
in the midst of my unrest,
he sees what hope may die,
yet sufficient is his presence,
so he won’t pass by.
in my home,
he has room.

let heaven and nature sing.
like dawn makes room
for the light,
or clouds clear space
for stars to pierce the night.
as roots give courage
for the tree to reach higher,
or dryness compels
a tap ever deeper.
i think for this
the heart wants room.

where words fall short,
eyes can’t see,
longings long gone,
he rests upstairs.
in this heart,
is his room.

enough and all i need,
in this space we’ve made,
no empty vessel, no desert too dry,
to shrink this shade.
behind tent walls,
he’s moved in.
he’s come to dwell,
to fill empty,
no matter much,
however many.

let every breath,
repeat this sounding joy.

meditations on Joy to the World and 2 kings 4