UNDER THE WINGS

It seems long.
Since I have been Here.
In this Place.
Right under Your wings, Lord.
Feeling the rush of Your Life.
All into mine.
Tears stream.
Washing the dirt of this day.
Away.
The living in a world that is strange to me.
Where my light flickers dim.
So I hide beneath Your feathers.
Letting You fly high over this little life here.
Rushing Wind.
Fanning dying ember to flame again.
Covering me.
Father.
You cover me.
Making me new.
And strong.
And real again.
Heart of stone.
Melting at the sound of You.
Calling me Daughter.
Calling me Friend.
Calling me.

Yours,

Bernadette