This open Word beckons my soul return
to hearth familiar, warmed by Spirit fire
where life beyond becomes my one desire
and all these ornaments are left to burn.
The Voice I hear—so sweet, so full of love—
draws from my heart a rush like ocean swell
of love’s first kiss of light on my lips fell
with Truth. My Prince of Grace, He dwells above.
Under this stone of fear I sat too long—
my own will stayed upon the hopeless lie
that, once I turn again to Truth and Light,
like vapor disappeared like mist at dawn.
So, new and ever-loved, I find true life
when word by step I rest my heart in Christ.
© 2003 Ruth D. Hubbard