This Far

Oh God alone

Who brought us this far

God our King

Master of everything.

I ask only for your surpassing presence.

Wash to grey all shades of waste.

Whet my tongue for exquisite taste

Of the shimmering nowness

Of eternity present.

Pregnant with life, in curious labor

Unaware the precious potential

Of this life, your life in me.

I am so tired of shyly hiding

From what I’ve never known before .

Projecting on tomorrow my “far-fetched” dreams.

Longings for rest and peace and tearless eyes

For sight of you to hold your hand.

This world awash like swallowed sand

Beneath a wave

Just there below, more real than me.

Rock of Eternity, Lover of soul,

Support of life and daily stroll.

The Lie: This is All There Is

Jesus, there is no satisfaction deeper than you.

Though, I vainly seek a morsel of fulfillment here,

It is like sifting grains of fine white sand.

Left holding partial shells and pretty stones

That others have discarded.

No intrinsic worth, nothing to last and please me.


I abandon my treasure, empty bucket, and stare across the sea.

You, my Jesus, come walking on the water.

You’re headed straight for me.

I take your hand and walk out

Where mortals aren’t meant to go.


Rumbles of ecstatic waves curl beneath my feet.

Untamed sunlight dances before each step.

My hands are empty now.


Jesus, if I throw all I am seeking down,

Will you lead me on the water?

In your presence the shore recedes.

We can walk forever,

Your presence and sustaining hand all my pleasure.