Wednesday, January 5, 2011



Up, up,
I want to go up,
To rise from the depths of humanity.
And ascend to the height,
Where my soul finds delight,
As I stand in the presence of Deity.

Up, up,
I want to go up,
To gaze at the face of infinity.
For it's here in this place,
By the riches of grace,
That I witness His glorious Divinity.

Up, up,
I want to go up,
And breathe in the air of His mystery.
Here at this elevation,
Comes sweet revelation,
That God would descend to be 'up' with me.


Jim Swindle said...

Another excellent poem.

Joybird said...

breathe in the air of His Mystery...what a neat thought. Have you ever wondered what God smells like?

Elaine said...

I think He smells heavenly...just like home!

Brian Miller said...

smiles. may you get your Ups by first going down...

becky said...

A good kind of longing :) Lovely poem.

Kati patrianoceu said...

The shape of the verses and the sound of the words really give shape to the emotion in the words. So hopeful.

emily wierenga said...

oh, me too, friend. me too. begging come, Lord Jesus, come. thank you for this, the way you usher him into our presence.

Cathy K said...


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