I see your face in every flower
Hear your grace in every hour
Unearned beauty all around,
a silent rain: a thunder sound.
In my weakness comes a strength
–it spans the depth, the breadth, the length–
a love most true in spite of me.
I only pen a pure-heart plea!
Beyond the ages, so I think,
I write my prayer with words, no ink
I ask, I beg, oh God please hear:
“Now in my heart what I hold dear
That what they’ve told me: ‘ day by day’
Can all the fiercest dragons slay
And in the end that shall not come
I bless the one and help the some
Stop and stay my shame and worry
May I cease my constant hurry
In your time to have and hold
Another heart refined in gold.”