God is With Me
All around me are certain expressions of orderliness,
Of beauty, of wonder and delight. The regularity of sunrise
And sunset, the fragile loveliness of a wisp of cloud fringed
With silver, the wonder of day dawning and
The delight of companionship – all these are His handiwork.
Again and again I am stirred by some experience of tenderness,
Some simple act of gratuitous kindness moving from one person
To another, some quiet deed of courage, wisdom or sacrifice
Or some striking movement of unstudied joy that burst forth
In the contagion of merry laughter.
Always there is the persistent need for some deep inner assurance,
Some whisper in my heart, some stirring of the spirit within me-
That renews, re-creates and steadies.
Then whatever betides of light or shadow....
I can look out on life with quiet eyes.
Of beauty, of wonder and delight. The regularity of sunrise
And sunset, the fragile loveliness of a wisp of cloud fringed
With silver, the wonder of day dawning and
The delight of companionship – all these are His handiwork.
Again and again I am stirred by some experience of tenderness,
Some simple act of gratuitous kindness moving from one person
To another, some quiet deed of courage, wisdom or sacrifice
Or some striking movement of unstudied joy that burst forth
In the contagion of merry laughter.
Always there is the persistent need for some deep inner assurance,
Some whisper in my heart, some stirring of the spirit within me-
That renews, re-creates and steadies.
Then whatever betides of light or shadow....
I can look out on life with quiet eyes.
