Though I am slow to learn

I’m so grateful

that truth is a person,

when theologies confound me

or head and heart muse separately

when I just don’t understand

I can still be held by truth


It is my delight to know

that love is a person

tucked into sovereignty for all eternity

here, is still the grieving

now, is just a season


And I am grateful

that life is a person

when shaking the dead things

from my soul

I know how hard it is

to walk and breathe

in mortality alone


And when changes find me

on a strange road

or in strange woods

I am ever so grateful

that the way is a person

who will always lead me



© Tammy Mezera 2016