Angels’ Rest

I want to live in thanksgiving,

Rendering praise upon praise,

Filling the world about me

With the presence of angels,

Called from the four winds

To a place where He,

Who is Love,

Is honored and revered,

An oasis in the wilderness of men and beast.

Bow down, weary travelers.

Enter my tent.

Rest from your journeys among men,

Your battles in high places.

Drink the water from the Rock

Savor the sweetness and honey of companionship,

of like-minded souls,

In the bosom of our ever-present God.

By Joann Nelander