Talitha, kum…
At times….
dryness comes upon
us, joy leaching like sweat from
deep within our heart.
Morning lacks promise,
struggle beckons into the
twilight and beyond.
In the crush of life
we hardly have energy
to reach out for help.
Better to hunker
down and protect what is worth
saving of ourself.
Then we hear his voice
in the deep silence of our
pain and aloneness…
the whisper of the
God who first loved us into
this one precious life
lifting weariness
with his gentle touch, calling
us into wholeness.
Talisha, kum!
Talisha, kum… little girl, I tell you to get up.
