Oasis

There are no church bells pealing,
No congregation kneeling;
Only the sound of the wind,
Blowing wildly across the desert sand.

No nightingales are singing,
No holy fountains springing;
Only a voice beckoning
Deep within, and an unseen guiding hand.

Thunder and lightning find me.
Lead me to safety; hide me.
My every doubt abate;
Comfort me with your all-sufficient grace.

Here in this sanctuary
My many cares I'll bury.
Here I will quietly wait
For the morning, resting in your embrace.


© 2017 David Acosta Perez