Echoes in the Valley

Echoes in the Valley

By Julie Meyer-Weber

April 12, 2011

I have spoken your Name so often in this valley.

The echoing reverbs haunt my days.

My voice trembles with the landslides

Rolling, tumbling, fading

Disappearing into the night.

Fitful sleep and restless dreams

The dust of the landslide chokes

Leaving me longing for freshness

When can I breathe again, Lord?

When will the valley recede?

I dream briefly of green pastures,

Of butterflies, of warmth, of dancing.

Visions of plenty and sun slip through

Through the fits of rage, gasps for air

And restlessness of body and spirit.

Today I awoke to find the Sun

Dancing through the dust fairies

I felt a fragrant breeze carry the echo

Like the wings of a prayer, the echoing cries

Flew up and out.

Over the dark valley walls

Into blue skies, over green pastures

Touched down and tickled the still waters.

And reached the heart of God.

You are my God in plenty.

You are my God in need.

You are not diminished in either.

The echoes in the valley reach you

Just as surely as the praise on the mountain.

Hallelujah!  Praise the God who gives.

Hallelujah!  Praise the God who takes away.

Hallelujah!  Praise the God who hears my cry.