There are moments...in time
when God takes my hand...sublime
Speaking tenderly, "But for a while...
come go with Me...my child"
I’m glad to turn… stepping from...
this world's...cataclysmic cauldron
To a place that is just for us…
high and far...from present rust
We walk together, He and I...
with me so tired...from earthen stride
Within His gardens…concurrent…
brush of His florals…renew assurance
I run ahead...to His hills...
where quiet complacency...stills
Lying upon His lush green beds...
my famished soul is richly fed
There beneath His cleansing falls...
mercy and grace wash me...all
I am saturated...I am sate
ergo enlightened…I contemplate
By His winds...anointed and kissed...
I tarry deliberately in divine bliss
twirling a dance of praise and love...
relishing... His restoring glove
Then He takes my hand once and again...
though over for now… it will never end
He'll always return, choosing time and space...
bidding me to…our secret place.
Ps 121, Is 45:2-3, Ps 23:1-3
copyright; jmsbell/2022
Regis. 🙏
Sandie
I find the natural world that goes about busily changing with the seasons and the cycles of birth and death to be both relaxing and replenishing. Right in my little backyard.
Ron
You Knowing He will always be there to guide and
Uplift you at difficult times…
Always encouraging and caring….
Diana…🍃