Secretly I think those thoughts,
Arriving on trains laden with baggage,
from years gone by or stations ahead,
too many directions and not enough tracks.
Some lead to a country called Peace.
“nothing secret that will not be known and come to light”
Gospel of Luke
Faltering steps with bare feet,
Slip from one moss covered rock, to another.
Each move wobbly, tentative and unsure.
Until finally I falter, falling deep into the river,
submerged surrounded by His love,
an inner resurrection raising me to the surface.
I only see sky and feel water of everlasting life,
touching all body, soul searing upwards,
delighting in the sun and light radiating into me.
Like a log fire on a cold winter night,
I AM warm, secure, in His nature’s hands
Drifting down towards an eternal sea of love.
The radiance of a person is not just physical,
But the source of their soul,
sometimes carefully concealed,
with false airs and adornments.
Needs to be released, like lungs seeking oxygen.
“With their patience worn out by the journey,”
Book of Numbers
Daily prayers and meditations 