I’M IN THE MOOD TO WRITE A NOTE
IT MUST BE ‘CAUSE IT’S FALL -
BUT WHO TO SEND THE MISSIVE TO;
OR MIGHT I SIMPLY CALL?
THE THRUMMING BEAT INSIDE MY CHEST
FEELS READY TO TAKE WING
AND WHEN I TRY TO STEADY IT,
A SURGE OF BLOOD GOES ‘ZING!’
A MOMENT NOW; I’LL CLOSE MY EYES
SUMMONING MEMORIES OF WARM COLORS;
LEAVES AND BRANCHES ON MOSSY DIRT PATHS
TURNING CHAOS INTO ORDER!
HOW CAN I KNOW THE MIND,
THE HEART OF THIS CREATOR
WHOSE SINGLE WORD HAS FORMED ALL THIS
AND CAUSED MY HEART TO WANDER?
O BLESS MY GRACIOUS LORD
WHO BECKONS ME WITH TENDERNESS
TO REST THESE BONES AND ANXIOUS SOUL
WITHIN HIS WARM EMBRACE.
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