a grateful heart,
a desire to believe,
in the Spirit of God,
in the spirit of man,
in the hope of peace from a proffered hand.
Love from a husband.
Love from a child.
Love from the Father
and function here on earth
yet given freely at my birth.
Joy in the moment.
Joy in the memory.
Joy of expectation
of what we hope will always be
though time might form another plan.
Joy that someone holds your hand to comfort you
when trouble comes.
Joy when it ends when once begun.
peace in the shadow
peace in the silence when the sorrow ends
peace for the worker, peace for the sower
peace for the moment when true peace begins
Time begetting patience.
Patience for the time
waiting with the grateful
accepting what is mine.
If crumbs from the banquet
or sumptuous lavish fare, patience
for the moment
accepting what is there.
Kindness for a friend.
Open handed offerings
expecting nothing in the end.
Hoping for a nod, a smile if nothing more
kindness in the unknown face
that stands behind the door.
Goodness just for goodness sake,
a scarf blown in the wind.
That trails across the scars of pain
to shelter mice and men
and wrap them up in gentleness, without impunity or rancor.
The goodness shining in the dark
the hearts abiding anchor.
In faith I take my faltering steps
to find where faith may lead.
I’ve stumbled and I’ve fallen and I fear
And still faith sings a gentle chord , a song I long have known.
And so it is I follow
that faith might lead me home.
foundations for the days
if days I will be given, then gifts I will repay,
to others here who walk the path
who stumble in their pain,
or walk head high to lead the way
till death has called our name.