We need a harbour.
A harbour where we can moor our vessels
that have been tossed and turned
by inclement weather,
by changing currents,
and the wear and tear,
of all our endeavours.
We need a place where we can shed ourselves.
Selves we have worn so long,
that, like the colour on our lips,
wear thin with too much time,
between our attentions.
That start to need more effort to sustain,
than we can spare.
Then we need a place,
where we can go to restore and mend.
We need the shoulders of the Comforter,
the Body of His House,
the refuge of His Courts
where He meets us, inestimable host,
as though we had never been gone.
We need a harbour.
Where we can take our longings, our endless needs,
to the edge, and pour them in.
That wraps its presence around us
and reminds us, indeed we need nothing
that isn’t already ours,
here in this place.
This place in which He is
the centre piece.
Ana Lisa de Jong
July 2017
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‘How lovely is your dwelling place, Lord Almighty! My soul yearns, even faints, for the courts of the Lord;
my heart and my flesh cry out for the living God. Even the sparrow has found a home, and the swallow a nest for herself,
where she may have her young— a place near your altar, Lord Almighty, my King and my God. Blessed are those who dwell in your house; they are ever praising you. Blessed are those whose strength is in you, whose hearts are set on pilgrimage. As they pass through the Valley of Baka, they make it a place of springs; the autumn rains also cover it with pools. They go from strength to strength, till each appears before God in Zion.’
Psalm 84
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