My heart is tender to you, Oh God
and all the things you are doing
Your sweetness is present over me
like a cloud hovering and willing.
Photographs on pages and words from friends
that are working in fields afar
With you they partner, to harvest the hearts
and plant love and truth in the ground.
I smile looking at their faces
with colorful backgrounds and countries
People I don’t know joining the journey
all because of your gracious calling.
Though I read these from my home on a hill
comfortably covered in ice
I know all I can do is partner to give
and “like” the display in my eyes.
Inside a deep well, percolates
It waits to get boots to the ground
It longs to be the letter writer, the farmer and photo taker
that spreads this sweet message around.
