Examine Me, Search Me
Put your stethoscope on God.
Place it over the breastbone of my chest,
move it slightly left.
Of course, You know exactly where.
Hear the murmurs of its rumbling:
The discontented swish of blood,
the castanets of valves:
the inflow and outflow of my life.
Listen with understanding.
Check the irregular rhythm,
the strange impulses that move me:
the stresses, the pressures that build up,
cause my heart to miss, skip its essential beat.
Gently place your Hand
at the point of maximum impact;
let the electrical charge of You
touch and steady its course, pace my life
c.Darlene Moore Berg