robins in their first fall
are feasting in the crabapple
over my head as I write
and I am feasting on Him
Sue asks me to choose
some poems for a page
reading them just now I see
Him reworking me
I hear His Steadfast Love
calling me by name
against all odds
I hear my heart reply
"Yes, my Lord, this is me.
I can hear you
in my cares and fears
joys and unknowns."
I can hear Him
in the quiet of first morning
and the noise of my day
is ever punctuated
by my dreams' work
every hour my soul flies
to its Heart wings folding
on His knee
this morning I wake
my cat Ramon along my side
his paw covering the heart
His hand holds fast
my no, my yes
my edge revealed
for me to feel
with His fingers
I surrender to His art