Seeking Safety

When a brook finds a home in halting

Its upstream is sure to pool.

With last corona of waning sun

The earth, it is known, must cool.

And so when wind blows great trees to

They always return by fro,

And since clouds whose changing azure shapes

Are relentless in their flow.

Our lives too have certain certainties

Although some seem all but safe.

Nature’s Master scribes our destiny,

And protection comes from faith.

Still the occasional sparrow falls,

The abstruse is in His plans,

But if that sparrow flails in Heaven

It’s brought rest in gentle hands.

Our Lord is our hope, lacking languish.

He so gives without receive.

Since peace and rest and joy He does will,

We have only to believe.