Poem

Yesterday, I enjoyed a quiet corner in my favourite library in town.  In a prayerful moment, these words came to mind…

Lord, I am needy,
Always in need.
I’m joyed to be Yours,
I’m thrilled to be freed.
Longing to serve You,
Desiring to give,
Aware of the mystery:
To die is to live.

Above highest heavens,
Outside “our” domain,
You dwell in Your fullness,
Released, uncontained.
Creator of wonders,
You beckon us to
Our life, purpose, longing,
You call us to You.

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