by Jeanelle Fu
Remove the distractions, Clear the dust until I can hear your still voice again Let’s go back to ground zero Where Elijah stood at the mouth of the cave, Jonah in the belly of the whale Job, who heard, then saw of you I must see for myself Like Zacchaeus, just for one glimpse of you, I must climb We will not observe like the Pharisees And the scribes Gathering, only then to scatter, after they found what they wanted Let me be someone you can ask “Can I have a drink?” And I will stay, and have a real conversation With the God who gave His throne To drink from my broken, forsaken well
Jeanelle Fu is a Taiwanese-American poet, artist and creative storyteller. During her free time, she enjoys dance choreography, hiking, and making stuff with friends. She has collaborated with LA-based media company Mighty, producing videos that have been shared by The National Review, The Gospel Coalition, and translated into multiple languages. She is currently working on publishing her first chapbook of poetry, inspired by themes of grief and how it intersects with the God who wept. She lives in Los Angeles with her husband. Read more at www.fujeanelle.wixsite.com/home
I love the last two lines!
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