Thursday, 13 February 2014

wresting "control"


a test to taste,
against my thirst,
a gravel throat,
sand-papered mouth,
and
roughed-up walls  
of faith
shake down.

this precipice
that overhangs
and overhauls
and overbears,
and
captures prayers,
and
tenses shoulders,
head and stares,
for all i know
and all i care,
it's simply
#iamscared.

out of
control,
i never was
and
never thought to ask;
but found i am,
(afraid to find),
control is well
outwith my
grasp.

shamar,
Lord, Spirit,
transfix on
You, 
entrust,
entirely to...Your hands,
disarmed
and dangerous,
under wings,
shivering in Your
song
i sing,
shamar,
in this
relinquishing...















4 comments:

  1. ha. cool. when we are truly listening
    god will lead us on some pretty crazy adventures..
    that will def make you feel out of control...

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  2. Sometimes being out of control is the only way to be IN control.

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  3. This is a lovely meditation and prayer, working through your fears and entrusting God to give you courage. Beautiful.

    About your comment on my poem--yes, we do feel pain when loved ones suffer. What I meant by "true love doesn't hurt" is the ideal of Love as a virtue which is always kind and doesn't cause us harm.

    Have a nice weekend. :)

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  4. Beautifully sung.
    In relinquishing your voice to Spirit you will soon fear no evil.
    Drink up!

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