O that you would tear open the heavens and come down . . . Isaiah 64:1
Some mornings the mountains
disappear completely, a great
wall of white cutting the distance
between presence and sight.
Maybe this is what Isaiah saw,
this barrier and, like a lover maddened
by desire, he cried out without thinking,
“Tear open the heavens and come down!”
Isaiah burned with longing,
his coal-singed lips tingling and God,
whose passion simmers long and low,
was slowly aroused by the pining of his people.
God came forth as a tiny seed
conceived by earth’s desire,
born in the rending wide
of heaven’s door.