I am willing to go to a place of wind and water,
a valley for your daughter.
But the instructions are vague and in the mist.
More clarity, I do insist.

I have nothing to give but an admission
that I am empty of everything except Thee.
Is that enough to set me free?

I pack my bag, I take my medicine.
I also leave behind my reticence
to rely on Thee alone.
That’s what it takes to roll
away the stone.

Vicki Woodyard