Linda J. Humes

I’m resting, Lord,

here in Your shadow.

Wars wage at my right,

and along my left.

Famine and failure,

torture, 

even the most strong fear,

but I’m safe here,

beneath Your wing.



I know the paths around me,

are tainted with sin,

that dangers lurk,

at every turn,

but I fear not.



You, Lord, have sent angels,

to guide my path,

to set my feet, 

one in front of the other,

straight ahead,

not to the right,

not to the left.



I have placed my feet, 

in faith,

knowing You have set,

a safe path,

before me.



I have listened carefully,

for Your call,

I have trimmed the wicks,

and replenished the oil,

for the night watch.

For the time when,

My Beloved may call.



I practice my stitching,

in purple and red,

as I wait.

Keeping my mind flooded,

with the constant blessing,

my Lord has bestowed,

upon me.



Delicate, sure, stitches,

adorn the robe,

my Lord will wear,

when the day is come.

Each placed with a prayer,

each outlining a blessing,

each anointed,

with the tongues of angels.



I wait at Your feet,

precious one,

as the night passes once again.

Catching a glimpse of You,

a glancing touch,

bringing such peace,

strengthening my desire.



I wait, with the gifts of my hand,

gifts of my heart,

gifts of my tongue.

I wait, for the day You will call,

and draw me to Your chamber,

to share in the riches,

kept deep inside.



The wait seems long,

but holds no burden,

only the treasure,

of promises seen,

and promises known,

and truths only realized,

by lovers.



I wait for the day,

You will come to my chamber,

and raise my hand,

to a delicate kiss.

There will we dance,

for the joy, 

and the treasure,

held in intimate bonds,

of true love.



Until that day,

My Beloved,

My Lord,

I will wait,

and prepare,

and rest,

that I might not miss,

one moment with You.


Written 4-22-99

Tags: Angels, Beloved, Chamber, Dance, Fear, Kiss, Oil, Pray, Prayer, Preparing, Rest, Wait