Navigate me home

Navigate me home
through desires let go
and a more silent heart
that lets Your direction
fall like the morning dew
and blossom up.

Hold me close
until I wake to see
an endless horizon where
the surface of struggle breaks
into a calm surrender.

Father-Mother Love,
gentle and warm, 
You are the destination and the now;
You hold me through the storm; 
You are the author of my life,
the home I call my own.

Anna-Zoë Herr

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