An Infinite Promise (poetry reading)

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Poem an infinite promise 

Promise me that You will always be enough

that You will be forever pouring over,

old rooms of Your heart to discover,

newness of life in every drawer,

in a unlocked chestnut wardrobe, 

another haunt set free,

another secret door

to another uncharted world.

Promise me that I won’t get bored.

That we won’t run low on things to discuss.

That we will trace Your goodness through the galaxies, 

and the lines won’t end,

that they will circle in on each other, 

loop and cross over until everything 

is covered in You. 

Promise me there is enough of You 

for me and him and 

the both of us, 

the all of us. 

But promise we will learn to love 

the silence too,

let it hush over us, 

quiet us with the conversation of 

a known love.

And promise that there will always be more,

more more more

more in storage to pull out and out and out

in your store houses and hidden back doors,

more flowers growing, more to make,

more to taste.

I can’t get enough of You. 

And I’m so hungry, always so very 

starved for more of something good.

Hunger pains consume me for 

something right, something that fits,

that make so much glorious sense. 

I’m wildly afraid that You aren’t infinite. 

I have such vivid nightmares that

Your well runs dry, like mine

and his and hers

and everyone’s I’ve ever known.

So much so I just might run.

Promise me I’m wrong? 

That Your well is overflowing, gushing forth.

Take my hand, pinky in Yours, 

and looking me into my waning eyes 

and promise. 

Then show me. 

Take my hand and show me your storehouses,

and drip honey on my fingers,

oil on my head,

wring your rags dry, let them shower me

let me soak in the promise,

raining down,

turn it in my hands. 

And when I get scared, 

—and blinded and faithless—

will you take your thumbs, open up my eyes,

please, and show me again.