To Such a One

On Sunday, I spent time in prayer for several dear friends in various, serious situations. This poem formed out of those prayers.

Dedicated to Jenny Foster and the Gauley family.

“To Such a One”

You are a white fire blazing,

angry at the wicked ev’ry day.

You are a storm unyielding,

devastating all within your wake.

You are the cosmic architect

building galaxies with a breath.

You are the fount of wisdom

ordaining limits to the depths.

You are the prima artist—

the light your paint, the clouds your clay.

You are the chief musician

singing darkness into day.

You are a judge of fury;

before you none can stand.

You are power unending—

life and death in your hand.

You are, too, the lamb of sacrifice,

mild and meek, my soul to save.

You are the champion of legend

who has snatched me from the grave.

You are the tenderest lover

kissing me with mercy and with grace.

You are the keenest observer

numbering the freckles on my face.

You are a priceless treasure,

a wealth beyond belief.

You are the true inheritance

endowing all I need.

You are the ever faithful friend

I will meet upon the Shore.

You are my home, my groom, my God

for all days, forevermore.

To such a One I can entrust

all matters—flesh and soul;

and not just mine—for He is vast—

but all I love and know.

And not just those within my scope

for that would be too small,

but all mankind throughout all time,

creation—seen and unseen—all.

Melissa A. Keaster
1/12/14