Emphasis Preaching Journal
Letting GoIn solitude...
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Letting Go
In solitude I sit to welcome dawn
sensing in its soft illumination
the Presence I so often long to know.
God's warmth infuses my being,
dancing across my soul
like sunlight on windblown leaves.
In a moment of letting go,
my heart opens, to receive
this gift, this Presence,
that fills my emptiest places,
void spaces none but God could ever know.
As I receive you, Lord, so would I give.
Grant me grace to fill the daunting void
that haunts the lives of all who know
the soul's abyss of night.
In solitude I sit to welcome dawn
sensing in its soft illumination
the Presence I so often long to know.
God's warmth infuses my being,
dancing across my soul
like sunlight on windblown leaves.
In a moment of letting go,
my heart opens, to receive
this gift, this Presence,
that fills my emptiest places,
void spaces none but God could ever know.
As I receive you, Lord, so would I give.
Grant me grace to fill the daunting void
that haunts the lives of all who know
the soul's abyss of night.
