Today of all days, in this very hour,

Spirit reached for me, held me,

Though I was not on knees in prayer,

Not walking high on mountain summit,

Still Spirit found me, touched me.

I cannot say I understand.

Why here? Why now?

I only know I was discovered, found—

Cherished, loved, drenched

As waves wash over the shore.

What follows is yet to be known,

But now I feel deep peace within,

High up, surrounds, both cold yet warm.

Where am I to go? What am I to do?

Are you following me?


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