Dear Jesus...

I remembered You when
the skies broke lose today, and
amid my labor gently rained
a sweet and lovely downpour of peace
I know only comes at Your consent.
And when I long
for everything I cannot have, I find rest
in this reminding rain that pleads,
"dear child, think only of Me, and you
will have everything."
How beautiful the song then!
Once words of a confronted, grateful heart
dance from my lips to the very gates of heaven!
That is everything.
Jesus,
show me all of You,
and nothing more could possibly be desired...