Thursday, 5 June 2014

At last I am free (a poem)


O holy room
O holy silence

The Spirit is near.

Yet there is a fear.

Fear of change.
Fear of surrender.
Fear of falling

                      Into God

Be still my fears
Be still my tongue
Be still my thoughts.

Silence.

And there you are
You were always here.

Your breath is my breath
Your love is my love.

At last

I am free

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