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.
By Dave Fitzpatrick