And restless days;
I wake at one,
And then I pray.
What are you trying to teach me, Lord?
Why can’t I hear Your voice?
I beat against Your heart, so good;
Don’t seem to have a choice.
There’s something that You’re saying;
My ears are all stopped up.
I need a precious miracle;
Don’t let me now give up.
Extending through the mists of time —
The mystery of Your love divine.
If I could grasp that love so deep,
My heart and mind would be at peace.
Who are You? Divine are You.
A mystery to me.
So great and vast Your universe;
I can but humble be.
Who are You, Who makes the stars
And tender flowers that bend
Under a gently fragrant breeze,
Or continents can rend?
Who are You Who stirs my heart
Though it be calloused with sin?
Who resurrects my deadened soul
And new life brings within?
Who can bring the dead to life
And heal a broken heart?
Who can kindle love within,
When hatred was the start?
Who is He Whom angels sing,
To Whom the great hosannas ring,
Who brings all hope to suffering,
He is the great, the Most High King!
All glory, honor, let us bring!
Like the beauty of a rose,
My heart unfolds.
The raindrops glistening in the sun
Tell stories of the past storm.
With thorns I may have pricked your hand;
I could not understand.
I hope the fragrance of my flower
Healed bleeding hand.
And when you plucked my rose so fair,
I could only lie there;
And let my beauty speak to you
Of love divine.
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[I thought I should explain how this poem was inspired. I watched a documentary about the real story that the book “The Hunt for Red October” is based on. See http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mh0N3iG-7Uc . In the true story, a Russian naval officer is disillusioned by the way Communism had played out in reality (although he was still a Communist). He tried to start a revolution to bring back Communism to it’s ideal (helping the common people). The documentary also portrayed the Cold War in an interesting way. I thought about all the hopes and dreams of people from very different backgrounds. Then my mind jumped to other differences, like Protestant and Catholic, “conservative” and “liberal”, etc., and I thought, “I wonder if we are all wrong about each other?” Not too say there are not good reasons for the differences and conflicts, only that each person in his heart has a dream that we need to listen to.]
I thought you were my enemy
But someone had told me lies about you,
And so it seems,
Someone had told you lies about me.
We went around in a fog of falsehood
That seemed so normal
Because the fog was constantly around us.
Then the light
Began to break through
For me, for you.
The mist still mystifies
But it’s getting thinner.
Slowly the sun’s light
Is burning through.
Are we just relating
To ideas of each other
Or who we really are?
If I could see
With eyes divine
I would not believe a lie.