August 13, 2009

The Words Don't Come

I want to speak
about the calm

about dewy grass
and the soothing patter
of rain on the rooftop

about the cool rain
that's beaded on
each leaf and branch

I want to delight
in the essence of morning

and embrace the serenity
of my morning walk

But the words don't come

Instead of calm
I'm anxious
restless
unsettled
uneasy

I'm weary from a journey
that's taking me in circles

I need to breathe



Today I Pray...

...for Your calming hand upon my shoulder

...forgive me if I lean too hard on You

...Guide me, steady me,

...help me find center and breathe

"Fear not, I am with you; be not dismayed; I am your God.
I will strengthen you, and help you, and uphold you with my right hand of justice."

Isaiah 41:10

4 comments:

Videhi said...

I love every word of this poem and I just wish this was a song that i can hear more often..

Anonymous said...

Sometimes, I feel as though you could be praying for me. :)
Your sincerity is contagious my friend and I love it!

Beautifully Written :)

Just a little something from Judy said...

Without a doubt we have all been where you were. Longing for steadiness and calmness...in the midst of all the storms. Thank you my friend, and keep holding on.

Anonymous said...

that was beautiful. I needed that more than you will ever know! I think Isaiah 41:10 is my verse of the moment

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