by Joann Nelander Come, My Beloved. Come near. Come ever nearer. Stand by this, My Well of Sorrows, Waiting to draw Water, As Life for my soul. I offer You my pain. I pledge every affliction. That nothing my be lost of this my Day. You are Life. You are the Water. You are the … Continue reading
Weaned Child
I am the weaned child, Upon Your knee. Forgetful of time, I curl Your hair about my fingers, And tug at Your heartstrings. My toys, the shiny objects of yesterday, Lie by the stairs, By which I began my ascent to You. Comfort me. Cuddle me. Tickle me. You spend Your universe, As You had … Continue reading
