The Beautiful Center Must Hold

How easily I doubt; one moment sure, another fearful, lest I make a wrong turn I forever regret. I know, deep down, that you have greater control than I know. Indeed, I do not doubt you--only myself and what is around me. I fail to understand my own desires; they leave me one moment certain, the next confused. Are they so inconstant?

The comfort I find is this: regardless of the turmoil in my own soul, you are there. You are there to steady me, your hand outstretched that I should not sink below the waves. You, I trust, you I love; you are the beauty behind everything else, so that if I lose anything but have you, I still have everything. From your hand, all is blessing; apart from you, all is misery. You are our life, my Lion, my Lord, my Beauty. Your eyes are hope and love and deep, majestic joy; let me never lose sight of them. Teach me your Name. Please, bless me from your hand and lead me along the path I was made to go. Give me the desires of your heart, and may they be the desires of my heart--I know they fulfill my deepest most hidden longings.