As water to roots, is grace to the heart,
the Sun warms the earth and allows being
to grow, as grace heals the soul and fills
it with life.
We each must die to all but to what we love,
some lead to life, others to sorrow,
in the end its is one thing we seek,
a lifetime of searching bringing us to the home we
truly try to find.
Days can be haunted by grace’s pursuit;
all things outside its sphere becoming emptiness
and frustration, for what we seek can’t be earned
or owned, just an ever deeper seeking and diving
into the eternal’s depths.
Once owned it is shelved,
its luster dims quickly as the day’s shadows
lengthen into night.
That which eludes us just ahead is grace’s
seduction, giving a little, then to withdraw,
for what is infinite cannot be grasped or owned,
it only wounds as it heals in our lifetimes pursuit
seeking the true water of life.
The heart’s true longing is ever fresh, ever new,
wounding and healing as we are drawn ever
deeper into infinite love.
