“But those who wait on the Lord will renew their
strength. They will soar on wings
like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint.” Isaiah 40:31.
I’m down to one job, which after juggling and straining to
work two feels amazing. This is a
unique season for me, it’s a time of waiting, God is preparing and getting me
ready for something but I have no idea what it is. Waiting is pretty much the hardest thing in the world for
me. I like control, direction, a
mission, a goal. Waiting doesn’t
seem like enough of an objective, but in reality it’s an important part of
preparation. The following poem,
comes out of that battle, to let go of my control and schedule, and embrace
waiting.
Carnivore
I grip, grab, claw, manipulate
I hold,
flexing, pulling.
Expectations, anger,
clenching
a fist, a claw, nails digging into soft flesh,
pain, pulling.
Fear, trembling, shaking, quivering.
Illusion of strength,
nothing but…
well really nothing.
Clinging to kingdoms of air,
pawing at a mirage.
I want reality.
Truth
Life
Truth
Life
I live in a world of quick fix
have it your way right away,
you are special,
what I want, when I want it.
Turkish delight, cotton candy,
all fluff.
Lord I want meat.
Sink your teeth in, tear off a hunk,
blood and juice dribbling down,
staining, filling, meat.
Truth and Life
Truth and Life
