
In all of my worrying, wandering, wondering,
my thoughts traverse restlessly through the forests of my mind
and I find myself lost in the familiarity calling.
I seek refuge in my Father’s house where my Savior
beckons me to enter into His peaceful gaze, and sometimes I obey.
My heart slumbers at His feet to be awakened
by Truth Himself and not him, the father
of false things. My heart moves, by His grace, to what abides outside.
And I finally see before me tabernacles in His children
And I finally see before me tabernacles in His children
waiting with His light. So once again I kneel
Down in adoration falling.
Modelled after Wendell Berry’s “The Peace of Wild Things”
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