Season of Pentecost 2016

Gracious God,

Here I stand in
the Valley of Achor,
the pathways lined
with fallen leaves;
the trees are barren;
the wild geese gather
in flocks;
   the southern
sky begins to fill with
their home cry.

You beckon me
onward, inward,
through the Door of Hope, 
to the springs of tomorrow.
Although death lies at my feet, 
the seeds wait beneath.

You cover my trembling
shoulders with a woolen cloak.
The words, My Beloved,
are woven into the fabric.
Arm and arm we walk
the crimson pathway.
The morning star
lights the way. 

You whisper to me,
Even the darkest winter day
experiences the dawn.

I lean into your embrace.
And together,
we endure. 

With love, I say,


By Lara Stoudt