a quiet place
a peaceful place
this place where one meets God
a four AM awakening
after seeking Him through the night hours
His sweet cleansing Presence
healing
searching the depths
making all new
and strengthened in Him
My walk out along my "alone path"
milk bucket filled with hot water
to thaw the chicken's water
to top off the goat's
big bucket
layered in a thin ice
the air quite warm for the breaking of winter
my lungs hungry for the freshness
I stopped and put my bucket down, in, again, my God gift of a skiff of snow
enough to cover the ice and make my feet sure
this old goat lady
young in heart
but pleased with the gift
I lift my countenance
in thanksgiving
and am awed
again by this God
Who delights to bless
the cloud covering
somber and thick was split by a cross
It lay dark in the grey night sky
morning not yet come
a line jagged like lightnng
joining it to the earth
Its cross beam reaching up to the heavenlies
opening a way for all to enter
Jesus still making a way
all is revealed to Him
nothing hidden
cast your cares upon Him for He careth for you
lay your burdens at the foot of the cross
enter the Holy of Holies
He awaits
in the early morning hours
through the vigil of the night
He is always there
cheering you on
reminding
that the sting of death is really over
In Him the way is open
for You to come to the Father
He makes a way
into the Holy of Holies
my favourite place
