Heading to my sitting place I gaze upward
Talk to me in this silence I plead
Wake me to the wonder rather than wonder why I still exist
My soul feels empty, but I feel my soul
It has been longing to be recognized like the trees shedding the seeds
They roll, they nest, they accept their position
I learn from them and cry out, " Help me to be like you! Help me to see my resting spot is
my nesting spot.
Help me to accept my position as I am. Not restless but resting in the
nature of God and His perfection."
I do not know how my tears and cries are received. I do know that I long to be reconnected
to whom I really am. I have strayed, I have prayed.
Embrace me under Your canopy as my
eyes, heart and arms reach upward .
