Grace is... - summer

can a kind and gentle soul

be bought with silver or gold?

is love to be insisted on -

or simply there to hold?

we reach out

searching desperately

yet it's not what we grasp -

it's what we receive;

so be still my soul

for He will arrive

through no striving of my own

by His grace 

He alone 

provides

The Cove - summer

the cove in the hills

held us fast

kept us close

with our lives unmasked

here we breathe

and natural be

while out there

fades to anonymity

and like dancers

to the music we

take comfort

with familiarity

amid the unspoken

ties that bind

a warmth envelopes

soul and mind

a shelter

for a lifetime sought

sweet return

oh haven - 

here within

my thought

servant seed - summer

servant seed

fall to the ground

no servant is worthy 

who is found to be proud

it's the lowly of heart who rises above

the wrongs of this world

on the wings of God's love