Light

The things that make us feelthe depth
of our soul
being opened
and down the damp, dark bricks
drops
the drips
of time

empty
slow
full
null

breathe
release
see
a season inside of me
breaking apart the damp, dark bricks
till light
beaming

screaming
from the crevaces inside of me
pushing and pulling
ruling
over the darkness
the doubt
the pain
and healing
like a beautiful rain
washes away
brick by brick
till slain
they lay
and I thankfully pray
thankfulness on thankfullness
this joy inside of me
thank you, Lord, for setting me free

if only others could see ( :
it is not so planned
so perfect
it is not rhythm or arithmetic
but it is
a thing of beauty
a thing of purpose
a plan
carried out within a span
of time
uncharacteristic of our own wants or fears
and yet the Lord daily draws us near

I know this not from a prescribed list of things I do
but because of things in my life
so beautiful and so new
and so perfect
only things God can do
and so thankfully I write on
sharing the dawn
to my night
my hearts great delight
of the beauty inside of me!