from somewhere deep inside...
the urge to change...
...to fix
...to appear different on a whim
twisting my heart,
tugging my mind...
...pulling
...battling
...pleading
i turn in circles, taking in this space
this room needs new life
the curtains once again drawn against the real world,
hungry and searching
these walls...new paint
new breath that thrives, causing me to exhale
slow and sure
this floor...new carpet,
a pattern that invites me forward, rather than back
steady and focused
oh Father, You are my passion,
now whitewashed and lost in flattened plush
from pacing, endless and broken
You are my purpose,
horribly diluted and distilled too long
by control gone wrong.
i forget and i walk alone,
believing, for a moment,
that my lungs fill and empty on my terms,
choosing false pride over humble reconciliation to Truth.
awaken in me, sweet Lord....awaken and consume all that slumbers.
Looking up as always...
6 comments:
I love this. My heart's desire is to be awakened and consumed by Him as well.
Sweet surrender. :O)
Your line, "consume all that slumbers" is great. I'll try to remember that one and meditate what needs to be awakened.
Perfect. Sweet surrender to His holy name. There with you...
This is beautiful, lady. You're truly inspiring, the way you write and strive to live.
Wow.
This is just so powerful. I know this is a cry of my heart lately....what you have put into words.
This is so inspiring...
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