all my longings lie open
by Elizabeth de Barros
Shut the door,
find me a table
for leaning,
for yearning,
and for gathering herbs —
where love is the main course.
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Pour the oil,
bring on the meat,
tiny morsels, finger sweet.
Slake my thirst
sip o’ drink,
long to linger,
sup at Your feet.
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Under the fruit tree
the ginkgo, the pine,
cedar, bulrushes —
of purpose divine.
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(But what about the times when I went searching for You under the shade tree,
and got pricked and bled instead?)
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Sometimes it takes years to understand
faithful are the wounds of a Friend.
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Bitter root
drop your leaves,
Tree of life
yields its seed.
A longing fulfilled is a landscape in due season.
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Though pain is the fall
Eternity heals
the ancient wound.
Scattered ashes
before Your throne
Carry me
to another world
all Your own.
© 2013 Elizabeth DeBarros
Oh my word was that beautiful.
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Thank you, Lisa.
Just beautiful, Liz. Each word He has lovingly and carefully crafted in you.
And in the fullness of time, He brings out the best wine.
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Lovely and moving, thank you….
You’re most welcome, Cindy.
This is beautiful and true…a shadow of Him, indeed. Thank you for sharing it.
Thanks for the comment. It’s my pleasure to know it blessed you.
Oh for those last 8 words. Lovely, my friend.
Thank you, Diane. I know you share in that longing ❤