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.
Sometimes,
To rest and wait
in faith
can be more difficult
than slaying
dragons.
The blessing of work
Can elude our hurried minds
So we learn to rest.
My body, weary, waits for rest
In death, or sleep, or some sweet communion
My heart, in pieces, lies about
My soul now comes undone.
Resting is the dream of death
And life is right there too
Every soul could use a rest
And this is true for me and you.
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
comes
from.
A Soul's Walk 