I
My head is leaning into hope
Despite the turning of the seasons
Yes, even the unknown that awaits.
I will posture myself to see joy
To hasten it, unsurprised toward me.
II
In the wild all around there is still yet
A quiet resting space
Where His spirit dwells.
III
I find you in the absence of my fears and
In the presence of them also.
In the midst of it all you are here
Unceasingly alive.
