poetry guides us to the gentle heart at centre–
where God hosts our stories, queries
into what he might mean when he writes:
deep calls to deep
here, in the desert tent where he made his home
the years before the formal temple
held his glory-seat, there is a law–
trust only one who’s gentle, as a guide
to the centre of your heart
all things, even guides, poetry in the desert,
being partial in the time of waiting, while we
plait our will with the Holy–
bid him come, reside
THIS POEM APPEARS IN MY BOOK “Outside the Fairy Tale”
Available on Amazon
The journey to the centre of our story with God is not a straight line, from A to B. It’s a long and winding road. So, we need pace ourselves. To know when to press in, and when to take time to pause & reflect. To discover what it means to walk with the Holy.