(title) A void
I ache for something more than what I find in a store.
I ache for something less than the pain in my chest.
I yearn to burn the fears expressed as tears as they sear my heart:
Tattooed-black and blue.
My beating heart wants a meeting with God.
Impatient, I let idols win,
Capturing my attention
The rupture of innocence
Lost in the crowd
Seen by the Son of God
My Savior--a brave warrior
Nailed to a cross
Bail for my sins
Mercy for my heresy
Grace for when I want to hide my face.
Yes, I ache for something more and God won't give me anything less than Himself.
Poem 4.09.12
ReplyDeleteBlue twilight,
Breeze the color of bird song,
Distant leaves are clapping,
Rising over the inland sea
A deep breath of release