We poured ourselves out
cupful, bucketful
streaming, gushing
pumping it out
every last ounce
sermon after sermon
lesson after lesson
song after song
gestures of care
initiating fellowship
running to others
going all the way
until we slowed
to a crawl
then our arms and our legs gave out
You are standing over us
reviving
sermon by sermon
lesson by lesson
song by song
It’s not me sharing a song before a crowd
It’s me in a crowd
shopping in a store
I am stopped by the chorus echoing in the background music
It matches the ache throbbing in the background of my heart
I’m driving down the road in tears
at the same time as the words on the radio
are the ones I didn’t know I needed to hear
You are giving me a private concert
I’m still too empty
to carry my friendship
to the people who won’t
or maybe they just truly can’t
meet us at the middle of the bridge
or even step onto it
I’m at my window seat
You are busily rushing to my mind
long forgotten memories of seasons past
decades past
gestures of care shown to me
Your mercy and goodness will follow me all the days of my life
You initiate fellowship
the sweetest, the nearest, the dearest
pouring onto and into me
washing all of me
one day
again
Our cups will runneth over
