A poem that was passed onto me today, one of those that was just perfect for the moment.

"O God, with hope I enter in
And call to mind your desert grace:
To wayworn people you have been
A presence in the wilderness.

But far from Sinai have I roamed
And bear the hidden wounds of strife;
Away and worn, I yearn for home;
Athirst, desire the spring of life.

O break the rock, let water flow
And wash the dust and drought from me;
I taste your peace, your presence know,
And drinking deep, am healed and free.

How shall my days your grace proclaim;
How shall my deeds your healing prove?
An open heart will praise your name;
My grateful life will sing your love.

O God, with joy I enter in,
Restored and precious in your sight,
For in your grace I live again
In lands of honey and delight."

--Susan Cherwien