Friday, August 01, 2008

Grow




Oh growing ache
That does not suspend
Feed into my withering heart
A longing that will not end

Comfort, dispel, guide and mark
Bring hope and life and grace so stark
For moments' work and pain

Give me Mystery's living water
Sustaining dark and doleful furrows
Where small seeds dropped in ancient age
Grow restively, beyond where darkness can assuage

1 comment:

J said...

O amen.