Fear of the future and of lurking dangers can keep us stranded, hope lost or at a fragile place. I had a lot to learn . . .
cupped in your palm covered by your right hand (safety ‘round my soul) you hold me close caress my tears away and still your hand is busy flinging star showers weaving the winds keeping danger at bay (it’s skulking all around) I’m terrorized, Lord, but I know you’re watching I curl into the curve insideContinue reading “In Your Palm”