He thunders not from the pulpit,
His voice, neither rude nor hard.
Words, simple, true and measured,
Safe harbor for the stormy heart.
“Jesus woke up, rebuked the wind, and said to the sea, “Quiet! Be still!” The wind ceased and there was great calm.”
~ Mark 4:39
The world so fleeting far below,
Nothing it seems, within control.
Abandon the will, this unnerving flight,
His hand for sure, will steady your ride.
Gentle breeze, soft music plays,
Warm sunlight, His gift of day.
Be still then, this quiet place,
Your soul’s much needed hideaway.
Jesus said to them, “Come away by yourselves to a deserted place and rest a while.”
~ Mark 6:31
Dull in spirit, weak of mind,
Slothful senses, all combine.
Sightings of The Lord, seem hard to find,
Yet here is the Rose, alas, dim eyes.
Incense arising, rafting through air,
Prayer on a wing, searching for nest.
Keep faith, child, let’s not despair,
Home at last, sweet succour and rest.
O Lord, why vex us with imperfect day?
When stars align, one surely must stray.
But yet if all things did go our way,
What need for love,
Over ice and snow, wind relentless blowing,
Chilling is the music, hollow bones making.
Oh that in the sun, we should now be basking.
Call forth spring and summer, shun not this humble asking.