You Call Me Back

You call me back
to the window seat
and the Perfect Peace
I find at Your Feet.
Here I am healed,
fulfilled, complete,
from one Touch of Your Hand.

You call me back
where the great oaks grow.
Here I am held fast
and sweet time runs slow.
The gentle streams
of Wisdom flow
at Your gracious command.

You call me back
to a quiet heart.
The Spirit’s still,
simple, and silent art.
The Wonder of Which
I am part.
My soft, safe place to land.

~ Cheryl Anne Maris
a little song of sacred summoning