Need To Kneel
Just before I learned to walk
And after my cradled days
I found the posture of nesting comfort
Where foundation and knees converge
In the softness of the ground beneath
Throughout my carefree days
I played for hourly increments
But there I learned to pray
A stillness there I held…still hold
Between the heavens and earth
And skies too distant yet to know
This medium of undulated posture
Each knee, a prayer
Bending self-power, and will
Each breath, a pause
A breaking, where pride is taken
And strength is entreated, earnestly
For the hope of another day
To enjoy the peace of YAHWEH
With a loving heart, and constant gratitude
There, under lowly countenance
And in welcoming solemn plea
I come undone for cleansing, and purity
To save my tangible soul
In sacred silence, positioned low
I seek the grace that lies in prayer
And wait in weight of longing
Yearning to find the path, to be made anew
Oh precious, humble solitude
Sweet private reverence for me
And in this act, I am reborn
My soul made whole, and free
