The Anchor

God can meet you anywhere.
As I wound my way along the freeway
My tired truck following the curves
Cutting through the city
-A pilgrimage through an urban canyon.

Late at night, on quiet drives
The mind sets to sail freely.
Grief swept over me, like a terrible,
overwhelming, churning ocean.

Suddenly, I saw my suffering,
Bound tightly with the suffering of Christ.
I couldn't tell whose suffering was whose,
So tight were the bonds
That bound me to my Jesus.

That knot then, with steadfast hand
was fastened to an anchor - steel and rope.
I cast the anchor into the sea,
As the anchor plummeted,
So did I, into the ocean of Love

Oh Love resplendent, Peace without end.
Bottomless Ocean.
Fathoms upon fathoms, I descended
My pain a distant memory,
Like the tempest far above.

O Love divine, O Love eternal
O sweet, sweet Joy.
This is what it's like to die.
My suffering not removed
but transformed.

O ecstasy of ecstasy,
Pearl of Great Price.
Tears and laughter flowing
The grief in my heart,
almost as boundless as Love

Touched me, and broke my heart
and the Light came in…
And overwhelmed me.
God can meet you anywhere.
A tired truck will do.

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