This old house grumbles
in the wee hours of wind and
rain;
my body griping, too, lying
awake –
cramped muscles, aching back,
the roil of digestion,
urgency in the bladder.
Running through the usual worries,
my mind,
distraught, complains of a
lack of diversion
while my heart aches for
refuge and peace.
But there is another part of
me awake,
unmolested by all the bother –
the core of me which You have
unveiled,
employing these awakenings for
communion,
solace and a centering upon
You,
the warmth of Your presence
flowing
from the hub of my being to
hush and settle
all the rancor of the
peripheries.
O child of God, the storm
didn’t wake you.
Your Lord has called you to
His court.
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