As the rising tides and the crashing storms In the winds of morn and the suns ablaze Of depths unseen and secrets outpoured In tundra of peace In the calm sea of Him who lives, not me
What past has brought? And from what of it is nought? It is hard to see in His blinding Light He has changed the undercurrents, In the glory of His might! I tell again of that which moves for it is not me In pain and bliss, the rollercoaster to the kiss All has been yet what is is no longer this.
As a ship sails in soft breeze My discomfort comes from not knowing But not from being in the sea Only the glad ache of sowing Yet this is only a passing memento A signature of mine, cast upon some lost dime; Spent in waste and with something of distaste I crave to find words… but language is a world of waste.
See it there lying on the stair… Happy are you hun’, When is it your happiness begun? Old tales, but new rails warn me it is not so Yet when indeed for what it is I no further know I live and laugh, I pray and thrive In His blood - my bath, in His cross - wonderfully alive Yet Trust when you know not how Love when demons speak doubt An array of thoughts simmering in a hazy cloud With Light of day that knows no darkness How will I ever come to say what it is to try live in Your likeness
An upside-down world A single snowflake billowing in its surrounding whirl At peril or free Peace yet outside gnashing of teeth The door is open yet the stove is hot The honey is sweet but in the stomach is not
O my God, my wonderful God I think I must first look to You To truly answer ‘How d’you do?’ I say again, only truly Thy Knows the depths of ‘How am I?’