Come away with me
to a space that is holy
and hidden,
tucked away in the dark.
You won’t find it on a map,
save that marked upon
the interiority of your soul.
Still yourself,
and I will take you there.
I will meet you in the silence.
I will show you riches
a bustling world can never know.
But you will know
that I am more than fantasy,
so much more than what
they make me out to be.
I am with those who struggle,
with those who long for rest.
I am always.
And always,
I call you by name.
Under Christ’s Mercy,
Brent