In pond where all meets the home of life’s art
Gather drifts that circle to rise in my heart.
Each drawn towards the dawn of sun’s morning restart,
Rays warming, all giving, they lift up to part.
Seeking, such lightness, the tenderness of
Love descending, reaching deeply,
Into all life’s cupped glove.
Pond heart meeting Thou art from the still,
I wait upon All in the drift of Your will.
Sweetly I linger, I soak in Love’s vein,
Basking, ever basking in the warmth of Your Reign.
© 2018 Linda Willows
Wait on the LORD: be of good courage, and he shall strengthen thine heart: wait, I say, on the LORD.
I wait for the LORD, my soul doth wait, and in his word do I hope.
Because of the Lord’s great love we are not consumed,
for his compassions never fail.
They are new every morning;
great is your faithfulness.
I say to myself, “The Lord is my portion;
therefore I will wait for him.”