Friday, Nov. 27, 2015

Psalm 25:14

The friendship of the Lord is for those who fear him,
   and he makes his covenant known to them. 

Rest

Worries of what will be

run night races ‘round

worn tracks of mind,

stealing sleep.

So I come here,

Dearest Friend, to

rest and hear your Voice

that breaks the race,

releasing the heart,

to sink into this familiar

chair and sit with you

a while in the silence

of knowing.

I come to know

my heart’s Friend, truly,

where silence settles

every noise of mind

and matter and that again

I might know who I am.

I know: I never

forget, ever, but there

is a knowing that stills

all else, evaporating all

distance I might feel

from you. For that I come,

light red candle and look

into the flame of love.

All works for good,

I hear, for your friends,

though goodness wears

disguises that require

patience and faith ‘til

joy appears in the dawn

of grace.

And morning comes …

now, dear Friend, a new day

in this time and song in which

I know … you are here,

awakening this old heart

haunted from earliest days

of its beating with the hope

of knowing you.

And I do, a knowing

that brings rest night cannot

give, the rest of sitting in

silence by this flame

that never dies.

Pr. David L. Miller