My life before the face of God…
Not behind or hiding.
And without mask or covering,
Before the penetrating look
of this Sacred Presence.
Let me sink down into…
As though to stay planted,
In this garden dust,
Before this Face.
I place my dreams,
As though they were seeds.
I place my words and voice,
The things I’ve said, and should have said.
I place my identity and my dignity,
My humility and my pride,
And my laments,
My wounds, and scars,
And places still whole.
My faith, my unbelief and doubt,
My sin and regrets…
Laid bare in dust before this Face.
And with greatest trust, I place
Those I love
And things I like,
and the time I’m left,
As I look up, eye to Eye, I plant it all
Before this Face…
…This Face of Love.
Mar Herbert. February 2022
This poem comes from a meditation on a paragraph written by Madeline Delbrêl. In, We, the Ordinary People of the Streets she writes .
“To place our lives before the face of God,
to surrender our lives to the movements of God,
is to roam free in a space in which we have been given…