Ujamaa Christian Poetry
The Holy One
finding myself
unprepared
ill-equipped
ultimately unworthy yet
ushered into
His Presence
I could only
turn away at the
Magesty of
His Holiness
humbled by the One
whose perfect Love
was beyond the
limitations of my humanity to
comprehend
nothing in this earthly life
before or after
compared to or explained
such a Reality
still
it captured a familiar longing
planted deep within and
long ago at my second birth
but now finding fruition
as a fulfillment of the
hidden Divination in myself
yearning to blossom
though never fully realizing
what that meant nor
that it was even missing
speechless
I dared not peek
I could only Be there
falling spontaneously into
silent adoration
receiving an acceptance
without compremise
apprehension or effort
recognizing in His Presence
an undeserved Love
generous in Giving
rich in Mercy
pure in Joy so that
I never wanted to
leave His Presence
have nothing more nor less
but only now
beginning to realize that-
though not always perceived-
He is always Present
it is only I who am absent
forgetting His Love
off into my own world of
self-centeredness
self-importance
my own little kingdom of
false gods into whose
presence I rush headlong by
momentary excursions into
illusions of fulfillment
or anxiously emersing myself into
this world's daily needs
interests or proclivities
sometimes good and
begrudgingly necessary
but never reason enough to
remove myself from His Presence
now I need to constantly
remind myself to
know that only
One Thing is Necessary-
to Be... in the Presence of
The Holy One
there to find my
Alpha and Omega
my all in All
my place of Rest
Come Lord Jesus
Written by Eugene Firn
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