Follow Through

Night flings
on heavy wings
the cares of all the days
it does not part or lift or say
you are okay
no it says
wait
you are not where
you should
be
or with who you love
but he speaks

and peeks through
the dark
to say
are you done
I'm here
arms open wide
waiting for you
to no more hide
but seek
me
meek and humble
tied and true
really just
you
not some fancy pants version
with hair "did"
voice of angels
or a heart to bless the world

but the one who cries
when someone is hurt
either from compassion
or humor (if they are okay!)
and who likes her hair messy
and to do random things
and to meet strangers
to learn their story
and remind them that life is not boring

he wants me for me
and you for you
and yet
what is it we seek

but perfection
and through that
his affection
what am I to do?

Nothing-but love
with all of your heart
that
that is a true and courageous start
and to seek him with everything I have
because without him I am less than half
hardly whole
something beyond being able to..

to move out of this pitiful place
Lord, where is your face?
I streak my hand against the wind
looking for you beyond my sins
beyond my heart
beat
which beats me with my past
haunts me with what ifs
or the accusatory- really?
of things that never filled me
or will
and how I still
try
to fill myself with all but good
all that he would
help me
to do

if only I would follow through
and ask.