Quiet Waters - Sonnet 19

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Oh Father, how my spirit runs astray.

I look to you for harmony, to sit

In silent solitude, to seek no counterfeit

Against Your charity. Teach me to stay

On bended knee, to do Your Will, to bind

Your Word and priestly order on my heart,

To soak in birdsong and your Holy Art

With spirit, soul, and body, more than mind.

And where the rivers run through curve and bend

And sunlight trickles through the misty pine,

Please draw my soul to that I cannot find

With all my earthly effort in the end.

And as I pause, Your Spirit seeks my soul

And grants it solace in Your Peace untold.

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