Sunday, 28 August 2005

Speak to me, O God

Is there ever a time when this will make sense?
When sitting on cliff edges and in tree tops and upon mountain peaks and in valleys low, all alone,
will be my joy's destination again?
Speak to me, O God, who are the creator of all color and light and beauty and joy and peace and solace and rest.
Speak to me, O God, who are strong and steadfast and complete.
Speak to me, O God. You are.
I feel the "i am not" of your "I AM".





4 comments:

Anonymous said...

i needed that today.
thank you
you give so much at just the right time
abbs

Unknown said...

abbs,
i told ashley v. to tell you last night that a bug tried to crawl up my shorts but i killed it with my dr. pepper nails. i guess you ended up going to the brentwood event of the week.
sorry for the pain i know that caused in you. i wish i could super glue myself to your side and hug you for a long time.

i think about you all the time abbs. you know i think you are amazing.

Anonymous said...

tear tear.
i am tired and sleepy tonight- but goig nto bed knowing you love me that much is SWEEEEEEEt, baby!
i have dr pepper toenails- nicole and i did go to the brentwood event of the month-- and had a good time! ASK her about her shirt.HA!!!!!!! LOVE ABBS_Y_DABBSY

Anonymous said...

Oh yea, good stories about weddings ...the question/statement that is always thrown my way...and the shirt I wore to the event. It was just one knee slapper after the other!