Like the Dewfall

Like dew You fall upon me,
I am drenched in Your holiness,
And aglow,
Transformed by Your Light.

Your sweetness woos me,
Even as I lower my eyes,
Beholding my own wretchedness.
“Fear not,” say You,
I yield my defenses.

Your desire for me
Inspires my desire for You,
And my being drinks in Your Presence.
Lightly You settle in me,
Warming me through and through.
In time I will look like You.

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