Open handed, as vulnerable as a new born.
All within me wants to close my grip,
Turn my face, save myself.
Can’t replace the sand moving out from under my feet.
Life is changing, shifting, renewing,
Beyond my control.
I must simply embrace it, watch it, and feel it;
Let it move away into the unknown.
I stay, but the sand goes.
Bewildering, mesmerizing and frightful tingles.
Pulling me, drawing me, leaving me.
Ever shaping landscape of the soul,
Rising, falling, swirling and blowing.
Each new season is fresh but scented with pain.
The old is gone but still haunts the soul.
The waves are receding again,
And the sand has covered my footsteps.
All is drifting away…again.
1 comment:
I've been checking in on your blog for quite some time. Seems like dwelling on the following truth might be a bit of a salve?
4Rejoice in the Lord always. I will say it again: Rejoice! 5Let your gentleness be evident to all. The Lord is near. 6Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. 7And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.
8Finally, brothers, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things. 9Whatever you have learned or received or heard from me, or seen in me—put it into practice. And the God of peace will be with you.
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