Tethered–a Poem/Prayer

Prayer at my desk over pasta
reminds me I’ve been away
from this place way too long.
This familiar pathway back 
to this quiet corner with Him–
like a trail worn through the woods
towards home 
or a boat returning to anchor
in the harbor.
 
It’s this Presence I remember,
the sweet rest of being held 
and being His.
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Sandra Heska King is hosting a book study group on Dave Harrity’s book “Making Manifest”.  She’s also had some great guest posting folks on her site of late. I haven’t been doing the study, but eavesdropping instead on the conversations.  
You should go visit!

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