Let me pitch my tent by a lamppost in the snow
somewhere in a dream of witches and wardrobes
and wonders that taste of delight and courage.
Let me roll out a heavy tarp under a mysterious new moon
resting alongside the wise wind and the patient oak tree,
until curiosity and joy become friends with the long night.
You have made us like the grass that fades quickly,
like rivers that can never turn back, but oh! my God
why then do I long for rootedness and belonging?
Let me set a stake firmly in a past dream, or thrust it forward
to clutch a steady plot of hope, or lodge it here in the moment —
just let me make and keep a tent, O God, to steady my soul.
I wouldn’t add anything more to the tent that you pitched….the safety, the comfort, the chill of the snow, wind and the flowing river would only last through a season but what I need is the assurance of a long lasting covering to steady my soul as you do.
Blessings, Melva. May we both know that assurance!
Rachel, I love the image of “setting a stake” firmly! The thoughts of either setting it in a past dream or “thrusting” it forward to “catch a steady plot of hope..,”. ~ or simply to “lodge it here” in the morning. All interesting thoughts as I “think on the past ( with a little regret), think on thrusting the stake forward to pursue a dream and also know the gift of “lodging a thought here,” appreciating and holding on to quiet, thoughtful moments.
Thank you AGAIN!! Peace to you!
Also…, love the expression “until curiosity and joy become friends with the long night.” Going to think on that!!☺️