My face is pressed to the ground
my nostrils fill with dust
Pools of sweat,
pools of tears
Pools of bloodshed that is not my own.
Cover Me, my flesh cries out!
Bones protruding,
Hope diluted and distilled
Living Presence, clear as mud.
Crazy and foolish, that’s what you are
cause of beauty, giver of life
Fresh
and refresh
and refresh again
Benevolent in your domain
you bring to dust and then breath in life
Yet you’re compelling, I crave nothing more
the confidence and strength scares me
such a powerful weapon placed in a child’s hands.
Daddy I don’t know what to do with PEACE!
(segments if an attempted poem)
1 comment:
Ruth,
I'm assuming you wrote this. Beautiful! Didn't know you had it in you. Ha! Yes, I know. It's not in you, give Him the credit. Love, Dad.
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