I gaze longingly in deep intent, with thirst upon my lips
Sitting in a glimpse of time, my story all behind-
With all the memories I miss
I stoop down to touch the water, to feel the ripples with my hand
I seek to dip into the river, my heart aquiver-
as I feel the river for all man...
I can see its flow before, and watch it rushing by my soul
Then I look and see it surging onward, a widening fjord-
where I'm so wanting to be whole.
So, low I bend, down to its flow, to taste it where I am
To have the life within my spirit, to truly know it-
That I may understand.
I know the river represents, a cleansing deep within
Not just a fleeting taste, of endless wait-
but a washing of my sin.
I cry, dear Father, take me, take of all I've been, fill me
with all Your loving traits, a new life in me make-
wash me clean eternally..
Alive within Your river, bear me to Your home
Hold me in Your flow, I live as Yours alone,
Your life is all I want to know.
Soft Whispers from
Derry's Heart Poems ©Sept. 2011
Poetry From The Heart
No soul can be really at rest until it
has given up all dependence on everything else
and has been forced to depend on the Lord alone.
As long as our expectation is from other things,
nothing but disappointment awaits us.
Feelings may change, and will change
with our changing circumstances;
work may come to naught;
prayers may seem to lose their fervency;
promises may seem to fail; everything that
we have believed in or depended upon
may seem to be swept away, and
only God is left, just God, the God of all,
if I may be allowed the expression;
simply and only God.
`Hannah Whitall Smith`