Beyond Human Limitations

After 2 Corinthians 12:9

With open face to your precious Word, desperately I hunt for You in my broken wanting, glass-brittle, web-thin in the hush.

Something stirs in secret chambers— sap climbing toward Your bread-breaking hands.

Alone, I step onto water’s skin, staff raised like a question mark against the obstinate sea. Will You part it? Will You?

My will walks naked, unashamed, clutching nothing but the sharp hope that God completes what men abandon— the heroic moment, blood-bright.

Lord purge these eyes to see the olive’s ancient roots drinking deeper law, each breath a blade that splits me open, fills the hollow with Your Spirit-breath.

Jesus, bigger than my knife-edged doubts, His promises fold double, arms linking arms, whispering:  His mercy is worth the wait.

Angels’ wings beat overhead— wheels within wheels, springs and pivots, pendulums of liquid light swinging arcs around my smallness,

Turning tides,  weaving the story of my faithful days, bearing me still in their terrible, luminous arms.

– Nicos Kaloyirou