Sing to my Heart with Your Love,
Ever so Fine, in Spiritual Rhyme,
Lifting me from my habitual Treason
Of uncertainty and perpetual reason,
Where I founder myself on the rocky shore,
Ever questioning Purpose,
Deliberately seeking for more.
When, rather, my Spirit longs to be Still,
In the Peace of Your Virtue,
In the Tempestuous Thrill
Of Closing my eyes to the rush of the Day;
To be Calm,
To be Quiet,
And Unhurriedly Pray.
Beautiful Image by Holly Kempe