A privilege
To be
So loved
By you
And I
Can’t count
The ways
In which
You continue
To show
Your Presence
Even as
I’m consumed
By worries
You’re keenly
Aware of
Redirect my
Tired soul
And give me
Beauty
Replacing
The struggle
With only
A peace
That belongs to
You
The Holy One
O Merciful One
Visit me
And give me
What I need
Even as
I resist
Every day
It seems
Sometimes joy
Is a bowl
Of your
Favorite childhood cereal
On a
July morning
Where you crave
Comfort
And nostalgia
In equal measure
Praising
Because
I’m alive
And able
To worship
The King
Be my light
As I encounter
Darkness
At every side
Be my guide
When I understand
Nothing
But trust
You anyway
May you be
Who I praise
Even as each
New day
Brings new uncertainty
And possible disappointment
May recognition
Be present
That with you
All is still
Well in
Your stead
Overnight rains
And a July cooldown
Have me craving
Winter’s delight
Of soup
And cornbread
Followed by
A nice blanket
With a mug
Of hot cocoa
