Lord, You are lovely here.
Your breath on this life lifts me.
Up into courage.
Up into YOU.
And I wish I could sit the day.
At Your feet, in Your love, In Your presence.
Never leaving.
And will You teach me, Lord?
How to be still, and still be with You?
In the crushing rush?
In all that steals this heart away from Yours?
My Jesus.
Lover of all souls.
Of this soul.
Mine,
Bernadette
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