Turning to you

My eyes are open

Looking, searching, gazing

But not seeing

Not realising

I have already found you.

My ears are open

Listening closely

To an internal melody

Turned up loud

With a beat of me, me, me.

My mind is closed

Knowing everything 

All the answers

Narrow, oblivious

To the vast glory of you.

My mouth is open

Always saying something

Convinced I'm right

Not thinking first

Imparting my wisdom.

My fists are closed

Holding tightly

To the rubbish

Worry and fear and regret

Preoccupied with misery.

Blow your Spirit through me

Fling wide the doors

Closed and cobwebbed

Clear out the rubbish

Stacked in corners.

My heart is open

Deep down - I know

I long for you

Feeling my need

I turn to you, my Father.