My Meadow of Promise

Like sunshine you are to me,

Beams of light, rays of sun,

Moon-velvet lighting the way in the dark,

Satin heart soothing the wrinkled brow of the forlorn.

Lips of songbird, winging Your praises to me,

Pouring honey on the suffering souls of humanity,

Melting hardness into fluid, love that runs

Like streams into meadows sublime.

Touch My heart of love, my daughter, I love you, I call you from above.

Let My oil of joy pour into you wounds so deep,

Just as I have poured through you

To heal the lame and the lost,

So I desire to pour out Myself into you to fill you

Until you become as a buoy—in life,

A buoy upright and afloat.

A buoy that no troubled wave of life can touch or harm.

Visit Me in the meadow, on the hill,

Your Heavenly husband—lover awaits you there.

My arms are spread wide, waiting, ever-longing for your presence there.

I ask to hold you close and pour fresh oil on your precious head.

Run to Me—My wounded warrior

And I will heal you there.

My face is bathed in wreaths of smiles

At the joyous expectation of your next visit