My Lord

My Lord,
in the truly humbled, wounded
broken holy quiet spaces of my heart
where all feelings deep
and boiling passions
exist with only the life and breath of reverence
as no more pride of voice
than an all encompassing
prayerful desperate hush
of hope
(and a hidden treasury of trust
rushing from my heart
like water falling)

i beg you
be with me now Father,
rise for me
again.