This little life
so tightly wound
dreaming of something
beyond our reach.
Hoping but helpless
to move forward
in our sphere of senses without You.
Muddled thought
wishing to express itself
more clearly
than tangent ideas
forming as distant clouds
over a speckled sunset.
Your truth cuts through
and stands coherent
amid the sea of drifting lies.
I can cling to it
as it anchors me
and gives me purpose
in this fragmented world.
I will not forget
Your Word as I press forward
to complete My calling
in some small token way.
1 comment:
The phrase "this little life so tightly wound" came to my mind a few days ago. The rest of the poem appeared today.
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