Encircled

Stillness interrupted, kneeling, waiting
for the coming of Your presence.
A melody drifts in, over, on the wind
until the notes rise up in my very soul.

The eyes of my heart see You take Your place,
encircling protection, hand in hand,
all Three in a holy dance, looking in
on me, guarded in divine safety.

© 2011 by Catherine Lomas