Knees That Hurt

February 28, 2017 jeanne w.

My knees hurt. I can't stand. Knees That Hurt. And I can't kneel. Because my knees. Hurt. From carrying a load too heavy, too long, too far. Wandering in the wilderness alone where I stumble on stones that lie scattered all around. Moving from the wings of the dawn to the far side of the sea where my knees are seared in hot sand we share. And my knees hurt. Moving from the far side of the sea. Back. To the wings of the dawn where I grope in darkness that comes just before the light. Where my knees. Break. In the midst. Of a world crashing against Knees That Hurt does not care. And they buckle. Under the weight of suffering. Under the weight of tears. Under the weight of the unbearable burden, Of Hope. Baring Pain. Not allowed to finish her work.

My knees. Give way. To fear. Doubt. And discouragement. Cave. To bitterness. Defeat. And despair. My strength fails.

And I fall. To my knees. I've been standing. On knees. I've been walking. On knees. Wandering. On knees. Moving. On knees. Kneeling. On Knees That Hurt. From the womb of the morning to the deep blue depths of my heart. In prayer. And I ache. From kneeling. Here. For so long. In prayer. Knives. In my knees. Penetrate my joints, and the marrow. And I writhe. With Pain. Waiting.

Here.

On this chair.

Of unanswered prayer.

Heal. My knees. That I might bow down. In thankfulness. Under a load. Of letters. Piled up high. Letters. Written. Not on stone tables. Make these knees buckle. Under the weight. Of letters. Of Hope. Written. On human hearts.

Heal. These Knees That Hurt. That I might fall. Free. To my knees.

Here.

On this chair.

Under the weight

of Glory.

Heal. Knees That Hurt. That We might fall. Free. To Our knees.

Here.

On this chair.

Baring Beauty.

I will wait. We will wait. Here. I can't stand. We can't stand. Waiting. But I will. We will. Wait. I can't kneel. We can't kneel. On Knees That Hurt. But I will. We will. Kneel.

Here.

On this chair.

Beauty.

In Our midst.