full and running over (a poem)

12/02/2005,
After the Lord had begun to give rest from sorrow and hard labour, (Is 14::3)

‘Running over, running over
My cup is full and running over…’

Bubbling up with the peace of God,
With effervescent calm!
Caught up in the divine dynamic,
The rushing swirling equilibrium of the Peace of God,
Shalom in action!
Constantly changing, perpetually moving,
Yet ever constant!

How can I not rejoice with you, my Lord?
At ease in the fountain of your Grace,
Washed in the River of your Love,
Restored in the quiet waters
And green pastures
Of your Rest

In Him

Jeannette