without you,
Weaver of willows,
Spinner of sunrises,
i would have no place
to put my foot:
stumbling face-first
into the mud puddles
of my mistakes;

without you,
Retriever of the fallen,
Mediator of the sin-splattered,
i would have no place
to put my soul:
adrift on the stormy seas
of seduction,
at the mercy of
bedlam's blows;

without you,
Whisperer of wisdom,
gift-bearing Dove,
i owuld have no place
to put my heart:
watching it shrivel
in despair's
bitter grasp;

in you
i find my place,
Father, Son, and Holy Spirit:
Blessed Trinity;
in you.

Amen.

(c) 2005 Thom M. Shuman