A Place to Land

When aching hearts are

all wrung out

all beat up

all torn down

There seems 

no rest

no peace

no joy

so the mind goes searching

for a place

to land.

But like a bird over the sea

soaring, sailing, 

bending, straining

no limb

no branch

no rock to pause

but only more-

seeking

stretching

yearning

-still holding the heart that 

has to mend.

Weakening arms and weary eyes

scanning for

longing for

begging

for

rest.

But no rest comes.

At least,

not yet.

So with eyes

to the horizon

and hopes set 

beyond

a few more miles of 

sailing

And a heart that hungers on

for only that which

can bring comfort

The One Whose Wings

withstand the storm

a peace that passes understanding

and a Heart that Knows when

this one’s done.