Down Below

Down below

In the deep, dark space

Below the flowers of spring

And crusts of white

Down below

The grass of green

The dirt and the rocks

Down below

The drops piled high

And the drips that are hanging free

Below the caverns

Of the dark

Down below

Even that

Runs a river.

Through my veins

Is a sorrow

So deep,

A mourning

So great,

I can not

Grasp it,

I can not reach

That deep dark space.

I hear the wails

Faintly echo,

I taste the salt

Of endless tears.

I can feel

The mourning,

Always running,

Streaming through

My bones and marrow

Silently shouting

"I am here! I am here!"

The tides of time

Has caused

This sinking.

The bleeding

Of my heart

Has filled

The trough

With my despair.

It is easy

To feel

That I am leaking

Certain, sure

That no one

Cares.

It's simple

To cower

From such

That is only found

Down below

In that

Deep

Dark

Space

Yet I know

If I could find

The courage

To traverse

That river,

Long,

There is another

Who would travel

With me.

He would walk

So near

His arms

Would clasp me

Close

And I would find

Down below

The drips and drops

Below

The call of spring

Through the frosts

Even there

In that deep

Dark

Space

I would find

That the river

Mirrors

The glories

Of His face.

Down below

I think,

I know,

That I would find

Those caverns

Filled to overflowing

With His goodness

And His grace.

Someday

I will travel

To that far,

Far place

And I will

Kneel

And worship

One who

Lights my way.

And down below

That deep

Dark river

Will be

But a drop,

A tear,

Dripping down

His blood-scarred

Face.