[harley]

Finding Peace

How do you heal, my God?
The gust of Your breath penetrates my air
and gently, my reality is revealed in the mist.
The residue from tears evaporate in Your sun
leaving a rainbow from each day’s hard survival.
The hues have been identified with single significance.
Their combined brilliance clarifies my hindsight.
Yet I am in pain.

Will You show me purpose, Lord?
I stand far from charred remains of shipwrecks
scattered hither along the shore of my island.
The vivid detail of their stark silhouettes
wane and flex with important declaration.
Where my memories have been altered by passages of time,
The distance is not too far for memory.
Ghosts still wander where I have declared mutiny.

Is my faith enough, oh God?
I have nothing to offer than what You have given me.
Only by awakening to the importance of all truth
can I discover the embodiment of You complete.
These potholes of quicksand that surround my stance
Solidify when I step upon them in Your name.
My purpose becomes only a mere vision
When my pride lets go of Your hand.

Where will I find peace Father?
Too many crossroads and interruptions of intent
have broken my need to analyze what this life is.
Idealisms have become conjectures lodged in my throat
rendering me quietly in wait for maturity of thought.
I will remain where I stand in silent solitude
to hear the whisper of Your voice.
I give this all to You.

Laura J Dean