thoughts bounce
quickly to renounce
and pounce
on a prior fragment
what it meant
and what it means
till we wipe the slate clean
a good preen
a great fix
but what am I in all of this
but the one-
a mess
yet His
and in a frantic
flurry
in a storm of worry
things hurry
till
stop
"hop
onto this train"
He says
as He grabs my hand
& pulls me aboard
[the one who makes
and is never bored]
and off I go
never to know
how He made this miracle so
only to trust
as I must
this peacefulness might bust!
until...
I'm stuck
in the muck
of the Charlotte come and go
s l o w
light after light
my delight
becomes
buzzing
mind wandering
fuzzy
oops!
almost crashed
how long will this last?
till I'm there
oh what an affair
when my heart can only care
about home:
my loves
and things deep and extraordinary
and so I carry these thoughts
till the peaceful train is brought
breathe and receive
my saviors burden.
amen, amen, amen.
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