Come to the Waters: A Hopeful Heart

( Inspired by Isaiah 55 and reflecting on hope and faith. ) I come not full, but open wide, With hands unfurled quietly yearning. Your vows fall like gentle rain-- Words that flow from wells unending! Through the clouds silver-haired persist. I count on the daybreak You foster, The meadow's bare-- still run deep. Your stillness does not imply You sleep. Faith takes small steps on shaky ground--- trusting quietly in what You’ve planned. Your word-- like mist may sometimes fade, but harvest waits for gentle hands. You say, “Come and take, no cost at all,” so I bring trust, not trying to fall. My heart feels weak but still reaches out, toward waters flowing without a shout. You see me, not just struggling hard, but waiting patiently, and yet still thrives. And in your eyes I'’m not alone-- I’m known and loved deeply known.