His Welcome

"I love you," cries my heart
In pain unbending.
Unyielding hope within my soul
Springs up from wells of love
Not yet tapped.

Hope springs forth bright and alive
As the morning wind brings the rain,
Rain my soul doth reach for
To quench the draught of thought
And hope not yet realized.

My soul doth long for Your glory,
Glory too bright to rise to.
Hope stirs the soul of joy
And brings life anew,
Full of dreams,
Real and imagined,
Yet whole and pure,
Seeking the light of day
As no dreams having gone before.
And You are there.

^©Sharon Terry

Be Quiet, My Soul

Be quiet, my soul
and sever the cord to longing.
Hope beyond hope recognizes
the strength of all things.

Open the gate to
longings of the heart,
not the mind.
There is a difference
Don't you see?

Open the heart,
not the mind.
Open the heart,
not the mind.

You will find a way,
find a way.
You will find a way

Open the heart much as
you open the mind-
the same intensity,
the same longing,
but for spirit
instead of knowledge,

and we will enter.

^©1994 Sharon Terry