No words, no thoughts, no sonnets come.
My heart a hummingbird in flight
Does quiver, hesitate and hum
Between the pains of past, grown numb,
And distant yearnings out of sight.
Let down your wings, O heart, and cease
Your trembling fear to trust His vow.
Your Lord has promised to increase
Your joy, supply His precious peace
Not sometime, future tense, but now.
(Published in Time of Singing, February, 1990)
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