My heart is present before you
like a candle flame
pulsing in the darkness.
Morning has dawned.
Last night's rain stains the ground,
slowly receding
with the caress of cool air,
like a mother's hand
upon the forehead
of a hot and tear-stained child.
It is enough to rest in You.
"Lord, my heart is not proud, nor my eyes arrogant; nor do I involve myself in great matters, or in things too difficult for me. I have soothed and quieted my soul; like a weaned child resting against his mother, My soul within me is like a weaned child." ~Psalm 131:1-2
by Heather J. Willis, author
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