Pre-emptive warning:
Don’t be alarmed by the following contents… I am doing very well J. This
poem is sorta expressing brokenness.
It is partially written in response to my, and my teammates
experiences. Similarly, my squad
mates may relate… maybe you can too. Hmmm… poems aren’t meant to be explained, that part is
up to you.
Who are you when all is stripped away
When abandon is the name of the island where you dwell
When sparks no longer catch the light in your eyes
When there are no boots that give your that extra inch
You’re in unknown territories
When people sharpen rather than flatter
The air around you stifles
The geysers’ water leaves you in the mud
The rug beneath your kneeling knees is ripped out form under
Normalcy is a stranger
Tastes do not satisfy and clothing clings with un-belonging
Your snow globe world has been shaken and there’s nothing left
to recognize
Boomerangs for words, open wounds for skin
Dessert lands and wilderness wandering
The rod and staff leave me with splinters
The jeweler is crafting the signet ring
The refiners fire is a blaze and in the flame is where we will
choose to abide
More than a conqueror
Suffering is the wave I ride; joy and perseverance is the boat
I sail
Fingers clench each speckle of sand pounding waves purposed
Amidst the westerly winds the brewing and thick storm
Today you are becoming; you’re at your best. This is the day we choose.
My next blog will be more informative, for real, but in the mean time: for some more straightforward reports on team Shiloh’s
ministry and everyday life check out my teammates’ blogs: alybeeler.theworldrace.org,
kylebradberry.theworldrace.org, courtneyhess.theworldrace.org,
sarahhogan.theworldrace.org, heatherhorton.thewroldrace.org
