Manna from heaven

Manner of god

Manifold witness

Womb of my heart

Feather all my dreaming 

Give me your deep sweet beauty divine

Let me nest within your goodness

Soothe this tired weeping heart of mine.


During the daytime

I’m mostly tangling string

Responsibilites mine

In each and everything

No wonder when I lay down

I coil up like a spring

Lord I so need to unwind from

The knotted way I seem to think .


Blue birds they may shine

And sing from up above

But I seem to have no time

For their Angelic love

Worries of mine keep moving

I cant seem to keep up

Tied up I’m tired and drowning

In a world that never seems to stop.