My Sustaining Thought

Father, 

You are my sustaining thought.

It is in you and only in you I find my life.

Hidden and from view I find myself in You

Deeply wound

Rooted

Sustained

Found

Billowing storms and a deluge of resistance

And often despair 

But you are there

Holding me tight, gently pulling me on.

There are no words, no thread, or colour from the tube,

sufficient enough to express such a deep connection.

Just silent contemplation. 

A knowing – unconfined

Inexplicably – entwined. 

Petrina Kent 9/05/2021