Rarely do I ask 
the way I once did – 
why, oh why, oh why, my Lord?

The desire to know 
subtly removed from me, 
in waves of 
ebb and flow 
and 
flow and ebb 
and 
crash and land 
upside down 
and 
inside out 
sand in pants 
and 
stinging eyes 
my heart on fire 
my soul’s desire 
now 
just for His – 
His Way
His Love
His Suffering – 
His Peace
His Light 
my suffering 
– in Him – 
not suffering at all – 
for, 
I seek Him there 
and everywhere – 
the 
only 
Answer. 

*With thanks to Joni Eareckson Tada’s writing in The Practice of the Presence of Jesus, pp. 140-141