Poetry

Recently, my mind has turned to poetry.  The Lord is wanting to speak to me in a different way these days. Its funny though, this goes back decades.

The End of the Search

There is no finding of Him in books

Written in vain, though they vastly cover

Realms of thought; but as my heart looks

And accepts Him unknown, it shall discover

Peace unsurpassed, because the Only Lover

Of my soul, becomes known in the myriad nooks

Of inner writings imprinted in His image;

Though I never knew when, or how He did manage

To unite our hearts and intentions so near,

That the division between becomes unclear.

And not in thoughts does my heart end its care,

But in purposeful union of will, so dear. 

        -SJS, 1983