On a Friday

I have to say
I love my God
Terrifying though He may be

While I break faith
He does not

While I grow weak
He is strong

While I am scared
He defends the fatherless

And always with the listening
He always wants to hear

“Come to me,” He says
Again and again.

A Certain Place

There is a view
in a certain place
That puts my soul
at ease.
It isn’t striking
And isn’t sharp
But there is plenty of green
And the soul needs green
And the soul needs shelter–
A harbour,
A fortress,
a place to hide away
Let my soul hide itself
Let it learn to trust
Flee no more
The hills you see are where you look is where
your help