Poem
Wendell Berry
Willing to die
you give up
your will, keep still
until, moved
by what moves
all else, you move.
Pray: John 12:27-28
Father,
my soul is troubled,
What shall I say?
“Save me from this hour?”
No.
Your purpose is lived out
in this moment.
For Your purpose,
I have come to this place,
this time,
this moment.
I,
Here,
Now,
for You.
Glorify Your Name
in me.
