View

Nothing in letters forms as words

and in the void of stillness

I am faced with

familiar faces

just now with a different view

The length of a thought

If I could

spread the length

of this thought

to the height of heaven

I would see the vast questions

Reverberating

Through days

I could not live

The answers swirl disarray

In the wonder of uncertainty

Which truth lies in the spaces

Where You are.

Where's the reason today

The repeated day

One of war and labored breath

And I am not the words I
Say

Words that spring themselves

Out of decay and impulse

They say too much

And the rest of me

Sinks in the rendering of the end;

My brain musters memories

Of questionable victories

And they were true I could claim

But this day

Of no sign of smiles

and patience from the stands 

I must ponder reasons

The why and purpose

I come to Die

How this will settle and find sense
I leave with You
For Your word rushes in
To rake me, break me up
To build me...

There is nothing left to figure
Nothing to do
but to Accept You entirely and
Abandon myself to die
a death that seeks not to live again

For Your love will keep me there
For Your love compels me to
Follow
Let me follow
Let me die

The end of the day

The clock began a promising venture

With hopes of smooth steps to fill

Though there arose obscure events

Tugging at my desire to unleash fleshy responses

I failed to contain and withhold

And forgot my stance as one dead and buried

Though i decided to rise again

Collecting guilt and shame

Only to be at my bed with regret

Asking for a clearing away

Pleading to be someone who isnt who

She was today

The acceptable prayer

My mind asks of words

To give to you as a prayer you will accept

How i am still in the realm of sluggish clouds

Awaken me to live

Awaken my heart to praise

And rejoice

Even when feelings a plague of doubts

Come to deceive You are still the same

And i will thank you for

Being my God Who loves me even in this way

Beginning

The same time, a new day...

And i begin like everyday;

I wonder and fret over the affairs

That have not yet lived.

But it is me who sits here,

Who lives and needs

Who looks up toward heaven

And longs for the heart of God.

Yesterday has been

The ten minutes upon waking has been

So now it begins again and i am

Aware of my frailty I am aware of who i am

A creation of my Creator

A daughter of my Father

A servant of my King

A sinner before her Savior