I see you

You were astonished when you found that I had listened. 

Well isn't it said that we all want to be heard? 

You were apparently so well known by others, 

but their only aim was to be well known 

for knowing you. 

To be hinged 

off your quiet effervescence. 

To fawn over your charm, 

charisma, 

but not to fall with you 

into the arms of God. 

To belittle you to a stepping block for their own social success, 

to find completion in having you present. 

All the while 

your phone buzzes incessantly 

and it's hollow drone and murmurs 

echo across the bed side table. 

You're expected to dinner 

despite feeling thousands of miles away. 

Thousands want something from you. 

But as you let your hand 

slip away from the cool wood of the table 

in that summer night heat, 

resisting the nagging of technology, 

the One that wants you - 

YOU - 

quietly beckons. 

"You're being sought" 

He empathises. 

"But 

come to me all who are weary and burdened - 

with the exhaustion of people taking without giving, 

with the perpetual sense of being used, 

with the desire yet to serve them 

because your nature so recognises service as of good report - 

come to me 

and I will give you rest." 

Your life must follow the path of the saviour - 

retreating to rest in God. 

Retreating to the quiet. 

And retreating to a commonality, 

a reciprocal relationship 

that only those so deeply entrenched in the character of God will ever afford you. 

Do not lose your capacity to serve 

because you think you're serving everyone. 

I'm listening.

I'm recognising this 

funnelled 

existence 

you're drifting 

through. 

I'm seeing you 

as a child of God, 

a fearfully 

and wonderfully made 

result of love. 

You're not a token 

of anyone's success. 

You are cherished by your creator. 

A son. A man. 
A woman. A daughter.

A treasure of heaven.