Reassurance

 

Northumbrian Morning prayer Meditation

Your love comes to me
in the silence,
ordinary.
Like a child’s treasure.
I turn it over
in the nook of my hand,
warming its smooth
heaviness.

A thought of You,
stony,
clearly defined,

drops as though
down a deep
well,

is lost
momentarily,

then turns up
a certainty in the heart.

Cathy Hutcheon