this slowing season

How lovely
How free
With You, God,
Cradling me
That I would know
Your warming glow.
To accept Your light,
Your heart,
Your Might,
Into Thee I press
My willing soul You do caress.

It perplexes my reason
For those who in
These shorter days-
This slowing season
Would resist
Foreheads gently kissed
By You Father…
As they grasp onto
Their will
Rather than indulge
Their hearts Your fill.

For merciful Lord
Graciously,
You will afford
The wiles of man
His boundless whim.
But Father let him see-
Let him know
That all Love and all Beauty
Rests in Jesus
His warming glow.

Amen

 

…to all I love – those I have met or have yet to meet!