what have I to ask beside?
Can I doubt his faithful mercy
who through life has been my guide?
Heav’nly peace, divinest comfort
here by faith in him to dwell.
For I know, whate’er befall me,
Jesus doeth all things well!
“Do not be afraid.
Do not give up.
Do not lose hope.
“Yes, it is scary.
Do not be afraid.
I am here with you.
“Yes, it is hard,
But it is not final.
I am Before and After.
“Yes, it is discouraging.
Have hope; the Dance continues.
I am the Dying Seed and the Blooming Promise.”
Help this oak tree of a soul, Living Spirit:
see where I am knotted and hunched,
where I am trimmed short by wounds,
how I have stretched out for the sun
yet again turned away from exposure;
know the hollowed out and dying places
also the deep yearning of my heart’s roots.
Heal the woodenness that hinders self-grace.
Free my spirit to extend with unrestrained love!
And now let me rest.
Let me have the grace
to be finished —
maybe not complete,
perhaps not quite enough
— but ended for today.
Bless the setting sun and
bless this dying day.
Help me to let it be
done, to be as it was,
because it was