My Heart’s Rest

My heart’s rest is found where water flows. 

Bones settle and thoughts swirl and languish in halftime.

Murky motivations lose their importance,

outnumbered and made ambiguous by the sheer volume and abundance of grace.

The mass exodus of anxieties, a new commitment of hope,       Moving_water

everything renewed in the baptism of what was, what may be and what I must let go.

All is released, and surrendered into the water’s roar.

Significance found in the silt; the flotsam and jetsam.

History relinquished in the realization that we are never alone.

Sweet gratitude and peace spill forth, and mercy is found where His waters flow.

J. C. Beichner


My Heart’s Rest