I storm the day for things that
reaffirm my worth, give ease!
But deficient mortal mind and its demanding, drags me down
and circumstance or earthly goods cannot appease.
Chastened, I sense my real need.
Yearning, praying,
I feel the Christ; Love's measureless grace
enriches me with the grandeur of God's perfect man
and uncompromised well-being, free of purportless chase.
The day no more a whirlwind of imposed desires,
but currents of God-sent thought that satisfy,
that bless and heal, prompting quiet deeds and loving words:
my heart's rejoinder to good's surety.
