Heavy through my body. 
Pummeled but hopeful. 
Turn my heart toward Your statutes and not toward selfish gain. 
Turn my eyes away from worthless things (Psalm 119:36-37). 
The still and silent contender speaks words like bullets punch the air,
soft yet with weight enough to run me though. 
My soul, wait in silence (Psalm 130:5).
Now my heart is troubled and what shall I say? 
Father save me from this hour? 
No, it was for this very reason that I came (John 12:27). 
The shadows of the valley, light eclipsed and unseen, yet existent even inside myself. 
Do not be afraid; only believe. 
Glory's strength never scathed me like that. 
I'm at a loss for even contemplation.
Only awe and the prospect of distant possibilities. 
But for now, since I cannot see let the Spirit's plea inside my mind (heart) radiate. 
"Father glorify Your name" (John 12:28). 
But for now, since I cannot hear (see), let the aching flesh be silent, still, and wait. 
And I reach my hands underneath the faucet,
turned clockwise to its end, and I hold my dirty hands under for a drip.