I’ve not an inkling where to start
[focus is a dying art]
to pick one thought from the balloon above my head
to think it well.
Oh great cathedral in the dark
I need a flame to light my heart
need more than stones and social creeds and magazines
I will be still
to find what’s real.
Oh Master of the storms at sea
are miracles for history?
will you hold tightly to my anxious, wind-tossed soul?
oh let me stay
teach me to pray.
“Rest. Rest. Rest in God’s love. The only work you are required now to do is to give your most intense attention to His still, small voice within.” – Mme Jeanne Guyon