Like a pool to my soul are Your blessings, Holy One,
In this parched, arid desert of dreams.
Day by day they elude me as natural or chance,
For the eye knows not what is and what seems.
But with each single droplet fresh visions appear,
And like Adam, we’re called to respond–
To wake to Your presence and a lessening of fear,
Or to idly stand by in the pond.
Either way, Spiris essence will anoint as with oil.
Either way, You will call us by name
To account for the seeds we have sown in Your soil,
To our part in kindling Love’s flame.
*From my journal*
Touches me deeply – in my heart. Tugs at my soul. With much love and gratitude for sharing this precious treasure, beautiful Joan. *Angel wings wrapping us in love*
So, so grateful to have you with me on this journey, sweet friend, thank you for being here, blessings and much love to you! *sunbeams through clouds**children singing at sunrise**hugs and wags*