N o words spin round my heart these days
O nly deep exhaustion and thankfulness and being –
T he questions answerless, the countless words of my
H istory less important than I thought. Laid to rest.
I n the afternoons I rest and in the sunshine I walk,
N ever alone. Never fully at peace, but also
G iven serenity I never expected. Body drained, mind quiet.
C ommotion is overrated. The words of others are a welcome gift
O n which I hang my soul for a time,
M editating on insufficiency, redemption, grace.
E ven in silence, his song
S urrounds me.
“The Lord thy God in the midst of thee is mighty; he will save, he will rejoice over thee with joy; he will rest in his love, he will joy over thee with singing.” Zephaniah 3:17