
Trust
Saint Petersburg, Russia
This statue stands as a nearly hidden treasure
In the crowded time-worn cemetery
Where the composer Tchaikovsky lies buried.
The beauty of the serenity in her uplifted face speaks eloquently
Yet without words
Of the trusting and quiet spirit of a true handmaiden of the Lord.
Her strong but tender heart is set.
“My soul waits in silence upon God alone; from Him is my salvation”
The clamor of the city, of the world, of her circumstances,
Of needs around her stand at a respectful distance
As she comes alone before the Presence of her Savior,
Who is her refuge and her hope
and her source of all encouragement and strength.
Who is her refuge and her hope
and her source of all encouragement and strength.
By Dave Fitzpatrick