Soul, be still,
quiet, mind:
the Lord of all
hems in, behind.
Take courage, heart,
unravel, thoughts:
the first, the last
is your resort.
No need to run,
unburden feet:
the good begun
He will complete.
O anxious child,
your father keeps
your mind, though wild;
He bids you sleep.
Come soul, not still,
unquiet mind,
the Lord of all
hems in, behind.
In safety, dwell;
from ashes, rise.
No power of hell
shall near your eyes.
The Consolations of Writing 
Very nice. Great words. Thanks so much!!!
It’s a pleasure! Thanks for the encouragement.