On Sunday, I spent time in prayer for several dear friends in various, serious situations. This poem formed out of those prayers.
Dedicated to Jenny Foster and the Gauley family.
Dedicated to Jenny Foster and the Gauley family.
“To Such a One”
You are a white
fire blazing,
angry at the
wicked ev’ry day.
You are a
storm unyielding,
devastating
all within your wake.
You are the
cosmic architect
building
galaxies with a breath.
You are the
fount of wisdom
ordaining
limits to the depths.
You are the
prima artist—
the light your
paint, the clouds your clay.
You are the
chief musician
singing
darkness into day.
You are a
judge of fury;
before you
none can stand.
You are
power unending—
life and
death in your hand.
You are,
too, the lamb of sacrifice,
mild and
meek, my soul to save.
You are the
champion of legend
who has
snatched me from the grave.
You are the
tenderest lover
kissing me
with mercy and with grace.
You are the
keenest observer
numbering
the freckles on my face.
You are a
priceless treasure,
a wealth
beyond belief.
You are the
true inheritance
endowing all I need.
You are the
ever faithful friend
I will meet
upon the Shore.
You are my
home, my groom, my God
for all days,
forevermore.
To such a
One I can entrust
all
matters—flesh and soul;
and not just
mine—for He is vast—
but all I
love and know.
And not just
those within my scope
for that
would be too small,
but all
mankind throughout all time,
creation—seen and unseen—all.
Melissa A. Keaster
1/12/14
1/12/14