When I am emptied of my ways and wants – Peace finds at last, its place to rest   Leave a comment

Oh God — My God – to whom I call

Creator of us All

Whose mercy knows no bounds

Whose ways I may never know but somehow understand

In silence, Your mysteries were revealed by the Spirit present at my birth

Released with the waters that fell me to this earth

With You there is no edge, no end

When I think I have exhausted all

To the extent that I might perish

There comes the dawn and then another

Whisper from Spirit to follow

 

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