Still (again)

"You have taken hold of my right hand." (Ps 73:23)
"Your gentleness made me great." (Ps 18:35)
"In the multitude of my anxieties, Your comforts delight my soul." (Ps 94:19)

Like helpless babe, my heart wails not knowing what it wants. Just comfort.

You come near. You initiate.

And suddenly, my restless wantings still.

I can see.

Nothing changed. Only this.

You hold me.