When I sense grounding hope swelling, rising,

flowing into spirit-quenching, soul-feeding, compelling,

propelling motion; and

When I am still and know, my

plans are human, but His, vast and grand as

star strewn heavens, are those

I will follow.

When I cast off pain and claim wholeness;

When I am present to hear

innocence beautifully singing- now small,

soon grown.

When heaven’s whispers light on my heart,

and instantly, without pause, are welcomed in.

When the sky reaches down and

lays its colors over me;

When wind brushes

magnetic fingers thru my flying hair,

collecting stiffness, leaving calm.

My mind, in silent praise, sings out,

Glory to God in the highest!

And on earth, and in me,

peace.