One Day I Cried
One day I cried because the God who loved me had gone.
I grieved the absence of comfort and consolation
and I moaned for the tears of joy that would well –
their meaning I could never fully articulate or capture –
like a long, sweet kiss.
Honestly, I’ll admit that it’s the experience of the God
who loved me I miss even more than the being of God.
Honestly, it only means I am being tempted to disengage
from the path and try to circle back,
and after that fails,
to sit in the shade with Jonah.
Honestly, I’m being invited to welcome God as God is
(rather than as God was)
with the same love that God loved upon me.
And honestly, I’m not so sure I am ready,
or grateful, or willing to say yes to that.
One day I cried because the God who loved me had gone.