|The Visitation by Albertinelli (photo credit: |
He will come.
I can trust that He will come.
For He comes even on a frosty whisper,
Lighting the darkness with pinpoints of hope
Just as the stars appear each dark night.
He will come,
In spite of myself;
His arrival does not depend on my preparations.
Only that I wait expectantly in the dark.
In the silence
If I open my inner stable door.
He will come like a tiny child
Silently slipping into the open spaces in my heart.
My heart burns with newborn life.
He always Comes.
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Melanie blogs at Joy of Nine9.