When you do all you know to do,
and when all the other fuzzy parts are Spirit crafted,
and you know it,
you see it,
and you can’t and don’t take the credit,
then you have this big confidence that all will be well,
but it isn’t.
At least, it doesn’t seem so.
***
When you prune as much as you can of dead flesh,
the stuff that clings and corrupts,
and you submit it,
you release it,
and you won’t and don’t take the stink back,
and you have this silent hope that this was the last battle,
but then it isn’t!
At least, it doesn’t seem so.
***
And you sigh,
unclench
teeth and hands.
And you pray,
the wet, groaning kind of prayers,
the jumbled words kind,
and you find yourself once again bearing the wood.
***
The weighted wood supposedly is yours to carry,
when you thought doing and believing was enough.
And it’s too hard,
and it’s too splintered bloody,
and you can’t and don’t pretend that you are able–
that you are the walk-on-water kind of gal–
and you aren’t!
At least, it seems so.
***
But He is still there.
He picks you up—you and your cross.
You finger the torn hands,
and from somewhere within, unkempt but real, praise creeps out.
At least, it seems so.
beautiful color
Today should be another day to catch clouds and sunset. A storm is moving in. Yay!
This one made me stop, and stare, and think, and cry, and breathe deeply.
Bless you!
Fantastic!
Thank you. It was yesterday’s sunset and yesterday poem created while I ate supper. 🙂
OMG! The photo is astounding. The words are too – a kind of introspective look at the human condition.
Thanks. This was last night’s sunset. Storm is a-comin’.
Both photos and poem are beautiful. The words are stunning. They speak truth; the truth that we struggle to understand; the truth that He is always there to rescue – IF we let Him. Thank you.
Sometimes I wish things were easier–round peg in round hole, square peg in square hole, cause and effect. But the only easy thing (which is also the hardest) is surrender.
Truths experienced. and … overwhelming, catch-in-the-throat
beauty! Thank you.
Thanks for that.
This series of poems I could label “Ripped from My Heart”!
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