the three I hold
have fears from old
and you, O lord,
forgive them.

We hope so fast
that in our grasp
the future'd pass
as given.

A trembling heart,
When pierced by doubt
May bleed a pool
to drown in.

We, floating on
that surface pond
at last know Your
dominion.

Our Father be,
three come with me.
Our rain becomes
a shelter

Absent Love,
We fall to dust
and lay before
our Maker.

Grains of sand
pass through our hands
as we pass through
your healing.

Hope and help,
when done ourselves,
betray our lack
of feeling.

For Yours alone
can bring us home
and fan the tears
once fallen.

andy varyu
2007