Leading Role: God
Supporting Role: Me
Int. Bedroom. Morning.
In the mid 1980’s, after a prayer time, I had my first vision. I am standing on a stage in front of a crowd of people. Another person is standing alongside me. I believe this person is a male. At first, I thought I would be singing, perhaps now, I would be speaking. Speaking about the once broken things in my life, the hope in my life, Jesus in my life.
August dusk turns to dawn
on cotton knees I turn to Thee
and humbly empty out my heart
before Your majesty.
Lord, I am not a girl who longs
for typical “girly” things,
Prada shoes, Louis Vuitton bags
don’t mean a thing to me.
And Lord, don’t get me started with women
on their Nordstrom shopping sprees
who hunt for the “perfect” red lipstick
to match their perfect Chanel pleats.
For my fashion is of a spiritual one
it is Your name I choose to wear
previewed 2000 years ago
in temples, hillsides, on crashing waves.
And what bothers me more than anything
across coffee tables and mounds of blue
is that flippy, floppy “universal” comment,
“It’s all good. Whatever works for you?!”
And Lord, how in this world, if you live in this world,
do you not know who James Foley is?!
The precious son and brother of an American family
beheaded by the demonic ISIS.
Now Lord, help me, tell me please,
how on this wrecked up earth
does a girl with a vision and a vagabond purse
rise up from cotton knees?
Habbakuk 2:2-3 “Write down the revelation and make it plain on tablets so that a herald may run with it. For the revelation awaits an appointed time; it speaks of the end and will not prove false. Though it linger, wait for it; it will certainly come and will not delay.