Me and my gravity,
Me and my depravity.
My necessity, as necessity requires.
I always forget
your hallow voice
because the victories
were so far
few and in between.
But I hold steadfast hope
in the year of manifestation
in the fulfillment of promise.
Adequate in my inadequacy,
Numerous in my enumeration.
Abundant joy in my sorrow.
You are God.
What a volatile time.
To come to terms
To come to terms with who I am, I must search for my identity. I know I must I know I must. And I cannot fear myself and I cannot fear myself.
Because I caught myself gasping for air
Lord. Without trust, where would I be?
I would not be here, thats for sure.
Lord give me strength through these trouble times. I look to you as my example and I repent.
Lord. I do not fear what others may do or say or be.
But I trust you will intervene in their lives.
I trust that you will intervene in their lives.
I trust that I can lay down my burdens
to you, O God. To you.
I find myself
asking for forgiveness
We tumble on the dangerous edge of uncertainty
of existence hidden beneath
chasms of disconnect.
We fumble through
the death provoking words of others
who fume with a lack
of understanding.
But where is love?
You ask.
because you must.
because without it,
where would you be?
Turbulence will not provoke me.
but the Love of God will evoke me.
Folded back into enveloping arms.
In some miraculous sonnet.
I trust.
In some winded breaths.
I trust.
In all my strength,
I trust.
For I…
will not be captivated by anything else.
Hollow layered voices
come from your room.
For we are not devoid
of anger, spite,
cruelty.
Imperfection is following me
latching
sucking
calling my name.
Telling me that that is all I am:
imperfect, mortal, riddled with mistakes.
But I will not give it strength
I will abhor it.
and in the light of God’s kingdom,
I will find my identity.
