I want to recover my first love,

to be held in a place of peace, of knowing and being known,

no matter what storms surround me,

I want to know deep forgiveness afresh,

to experience the arms of the loving parent,

the one who sees I have come to myself,

and know my need…

and I need to recover a deep love of the harvest fields,

where grain and fruit ripe for picking wait ready for the harvest…

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I have so much to lay aside,

how easily vain ambitions can consume me,

how easily I am deflected from the task of love,

from the depth of worship,

from the place of peace, of knowing and being known…

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I have much to receive,

a renewed zeal for justice, for hope, a search for kin-dom coming,

on earth as in heaven,

a love of Scripture redefined,

of mind soul and body renewed,

how I long to be held in a place of peace, of knowing and being known…

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Loving God, I am coming to myself,

my true self, whole and (w)holy yours ,

and while I have never been any other in your eyes,

I need that place of knowing,

to be held in a place of peace, of knowing and being known,