"Thou to whose power...."

"Thou to whose power
our hope we give..."
- Mary Baker Eddy

It's all Yours

every tiny shred...

all the bits and
pieces,
the flotsam and jetsam
wants,
I've gathered like
stars
into a constellation of
dreams

all the "please, dear God"
and
"if only" desires
I've kept hidden in the
treasure chest of
my secret
wishing

my hopes for the future are there,
for wiser choices,
more stillness,
quiet listening and growth in grace,
too...

for what I wonder
if I might,
someday
be,
with Your hand in
mine...

a purpose unfolded
a mission clearly seen
a vision shared

the hopes I've
thought were mine alone,
now echo in the chambers of what's
deep within me,
and are suddenly heard
as Your voice, 
Your preparation
of my
heart,
Your desire
for all that
You
want me to be,
to cherish,
embrace...

hope:
the threads of Your
plan for me...
golden threads that
weave themselves into
a tapestry,
a story written in
strands of virgin blue and
the softest shades of
sky and sea...

I'd give them to You,
to shuttle
in and out of my days and nights,
the warp and weft
of my living...

but,
these hopes and
dreams,
wishes and desires...

aren't they already
Yours...

promises you've
shared with me,
while still
sitting in the
deep space of
Your hands?

they have never
been mine to
hold,
own,
possess,
decide about, or
choose whether to
cherish...

and I
no longer
self-deluded
by
the mind that
thinks it
dreams its
own story...

I
open my hands and
in letting go
of all that says I am
a dreamer, 

I
watch a million
flecks of dissolving,
shattered,
self-determined
stardust dreams...

light
the path that
You have
laid before
me...

my hopes
are
Your promises...