“In the Care of Your Glorified mists”
River flow into and through my heart’s spilling
Rested weaves trickle through tides of the wave.
Calm in the knowing even sweet in the breaking
Of leaves from the past that are swept into waking.
How slow is the morning when comes after weary
Succumbed to the pace of a time slowed to soft.
Heart lives come tumbling like stone dust to be shown.
Joy frees in the sparkle of reflections then known.
Wrap me round full in the river that lifts…
Calmed by the sounds of His Spirit-soaked time.
Lord, leave me in the care of such glorified mists,
I’ll always be well, ever loved by Your gifts.
© 2017 Linda Willows