I Shall Not Want

This heart lilts towards the notes that
drowsily waft through the air
collecting pockets of joy.
Oh merry moments!

This heart percolates
in a steady stream that
cues His love into her depths. 
Oh blithe moments!

This soul steeps
in His Love,
for survival.
Oh merciful moments!

This body speaks
truth, it hopes
Suffering, it loves.
Persevering
Oh purifying moments!

Like a viola, keep me humble

and sane, Perfector of Love