Fingers of Mist

[brooklet]

FINGERS OF MIST



I noted the moon last night
enormous in its golden brilliance
having just crested the lavender hills
while day had not yet given up rule of the sky
and thought on the majesty
and splendor of You, LORD

And as I gazed
fingers of mist slowly embraced the gleaming orb
until it rested
gently
securely
in an unseen hand.

That is me, Father
or at least the me I long to be
brilliantly aglow for You
yet at total rest within Your embrace

Not busy about my own work
but at rest
in a work which You supply
which flows from Your heart
which fills my own
and moves me to be nothing less
than Your reflective light

Awaken me, LORD
Awaken me
to knowing You
fully
truthfully
and in the knowing of You
to not fear the transparency
You desire of my life

I rest
my God
within the palm of Your hand
on which my life is carved
in letters
scarlet
and gently sing Your praise




© DeAnna L. Brooks
24 April 206