I crawl to the horizon looking for my God
unknowing that God is the horizon
God is the sky
God is my knees
© Meisaan Chan
I crawl to the horizon looking for my God
unknowing that God is the horizon
God is the sky
God is my knees
© Meisaan Chan
Some people compress it
Some let it expand;
Some people accept it just as it is
Some only after distorting every possible bit
© Meisaan Chan
You surge into me, God – ah!
All is well! All is well!
© Meisaan Chan
The benefit to blindness
is that all other senses are finally awake
© Meisaan Chan
Uncertainty is God’s open door
certainty tends to close it
© Meisaan Chan
Noise is swirling everywhere
except within: stillness
© Meisaan Chan
I.
Naked to me
is not naked to them
for I enshroud you, says the Lord
II.
If armor to them
becomes armor to me
you are not protected
© Meisaan Chan
“My life! I can’t believe my life!” I exclaim.
“I keep trying to give you the gift of strength,” says the Lord,
“but you keep rejecting it.”
© Meisaan Chan
No matter my externals,
when I tumult inside
I am poor
© Meisaan Chan
You are not able to see it all, says the Lord –
when you keep this unknowing before you
you keep humility before you
© Meissan Chan