Simple words of wisdom, dispel this darkness, night,
What was closed and hidden, let yield at last to light.
Long, this winter’s passing, lost, what lonely plight,
By faith, a new beginning, Spring in glorious flight.
Instil in me, a steadfast trust, of love, eternal, true,
That wrought about the forest deep, its leaves and flowers too.
Whose gentle sway, the dove did rise, to heavenward did flew,
And promptings of the human heart, whose beat was spurred by You.
A tiny orb of light, in darkness, softly glows,
Faith and courage nursing, as wild, the cold wind blows.
Fire, breathing, burning, with strength from weakness flow,
Sure, the footsteps gather, His trail across the snow.
Follow down that rabbit hole, light of His candle, heed,
Journey fraught with highs and lows, of faith amidst defeat.
Until that final yielding, to morn, the darkness cedes,
The vision of His glory, where peace and justice meet.
Take me down this river wild, my fainting heart to lead,
Diving into treacherous turns, all at a breakneck speed.
Then find in me, a trusting soul, the rapids bravely meet,
Life with all its twists and feigns, to faith and courage cede.
O flee this home of iniquity, that City of Light to find,
Where Hope, a blazing hearth, Faith, its roads are lined.
There the godly shall gather, none wounded left behind,
And its Rule shall be of Charity, and Peace to all mankind.
O Blessed beacon, your watchful light,
Seek me out, rouse those fires bright.
Lest this bark, cast at sea, no guide,
And wretched rocks, draw fate tonight.
Quiet, burning, mysterious light,
Eerie glow, yet comforting sight.
Hearts a kindled, fears, respite,
Rising flames, dark mortal night.
“Were not our hearts burning within us…”
~ Luke 24:32
Firm and quiet spirit, he thirsts for life divine,
Biding through harsh winter, his soul by cold, refine.
Stripped, hurt and suffering, yet new leaves sprout so fine,
Deeper the pain and insult, still greater, his glory shines.
“Blessed are you when they insult you and persecute you and utter every kind of evil against you [falsely] because of me. Rejoice and be glad, for your reward will be great in heaven. Thus they persecuted the prophets who were before you.”
~ Matthew 5:11-12
Shafts of sunlight gather, welcome in the morn,
Blessings for the asking, promise of new dawn.
Worries that have taunted you, upon them heap your scorn,
Radiance, now half measure, to fullness by grace, reborn.