In your soft curves, my faith takes hold,
A prayer breathed low, a tale retold.
Your breath, a hymn both calm and deep,
Sings my weary soul to sleep.
Your nearness stills the storming sea,
Unchains my heart, and sets it free.
My heart’s a garden—your bloom is there,
Dispelling shadows, winter’s snare.
Where your kind feet in silence tread,
The barren earth grows green instead.
This quiet prayer, ten times a day,
To you, my love, my heart will say.