Exhaust-ed
brain dead
as all my thoughts
wisp
and trail away
no more words left to say
I sit and feel
the devil try to steal
but in numbness
feel naught
but have been taught
to love
regardless of
the way I feel inside
and in genuineness
no longer hide
but truly show
the me He has made
that no lack of sleep
or too much work
will ever fade
but will always be
and in Him
that's how I really see
the beauty of a tree trunk
with wrinkles of grey
that move and sway
just like that of an elephants trunk
but what is this junk
that destroys and distracts
and constantly detracts
from the way we are made to think and connect
neglecting, our imagination
to see these things so similarly placed
though a different face
the trunk
of an elephant and a tree
and as I sit tired but in rest
this moment is just the best!
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