Contemplation

I’m under the tree
Lord, do you see?
The sights and the sounds
They are lovely to me.

My dreams and vague memories
Faint though they be,
Cannot compare to the glory
We’ll see

Such beauty seems endless, crystal clear seas
twinkling and shining, seem smiling at me

But the sea like our journey
Is deeper by far,
And the dangers and torments
Are oft where we are.

Calm on the surface,
Peril beneath,
Beauty and terror,
Like death underneath.

Carry me like a wave
Lift me up from the sand,
Drop me gently back down,
by the power of your hand

Though treacherous my life seems
Behind in my wake,
I’ve strewn flotsum, jetsum
Please God will you take?

Take those that I’ve wounded
Those I have hurt,
Mend them and mold them
Erase every thought.

Of error and hatred or bitterness fueled by vanity, sensuous, violent and cruel.

Jesus your purity
From this day on,
Fill me with heaven
That I can pass on .

Tara Gill

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