if i could only touch
the hem of your garment
you would make me to stand
on the end of your earth
at death’s door
knowing everything i need to know
in this moment of my fleeting life.
i feel like a feather in the whirlwind,
yet not lost, but not knowing the way.
surrounded by fog in the darkness,
i listen, listen, listen for your voice
to speak to my soul.
i am pushing through the throngs
within myself and racing toward
the place of sanctified healing
where i will caress the beauty and blessing
of bowing my face to thy feet,
of being still gently, surrounded
by the rainbow of your promise
and of knowing perfect peace
for Thou alone art my God, my healer, my friend.
this is my heart. this is my prayer. this is for you.
walley