Ahh, the wilderness. Life's cocoon.
Favor's mantle. A son's reward.
A lover's passion,
Season of lonliness.
Where destiny is nurtured,
In the midst of death and resurrection.
Slow, painful emergence
between what is by faith and what is;
And you, not worried, not hurried.
I wrestle and weep.
You love and listen.
I choose trust.
Your life, your blood
coursing through my being
Strengthening this frail frame.
Forming me in your image