I spent so many years hungering, thirsting
Searching, reaching…
Striving after the manifest Presence
Getting my appetite whet
But living discontent
And wearing my restlessness
as a badge of honor.
…Until I just stopped
I gave up
And instead started feasting
Drinking to my full.
I began to learn what it means
to be satisfied.
Actually satisfied.
Now when I find myself feeling empty
And longing
I tend not to cry out in hunger
I tend not to beat the sky with my fists
I tend not to fan the flames of desperation.
I get up and sit at the Table
Where the banquet is available
Where the wine is always poured out
And simply enjoy
what is mine for the taking.
I recall there is a well within me
Connected directly
to the River in Heaven
With waters that never run dry
And I let it bubble forth
With fresh revelation
Of what’s ever unchanging and true…
I am in union
I shall not be in want
And the new experience
Today’s encounter
Is live-streaming right now
If I’ll just tune in.
And sometimes
When I forget
When reality becomes altogether skewed
Love wraps His hands around my face
And firmly, yet gently
Lifts my gaze to meet His own.
I am reminded
of the fire in His eyes
The delight
The desire
The oceans of bliss
And He does all the work
To sweep me off my feet again.
So I realize I’m still at the Table.
I’m still in the River.
I’m still a living spring.
My Bridegroom is still pleased.
And He’s still closer than the air I breathe.