
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

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