Many seeds were sown,
watered,
germinated,
Grew in to beautiful plants and bushes and flowers,
fertilized,
dropped new seeds.
New plants and bushes and flowers sprang forth,
growing,
reaching to the sun.
I'm still in the ground,
waiting;
Waiting to germinate,
to grow,
to be picked,
chosen.
Every year
more dirt thrown on top of me;
deeper in to the ground I sink.
Overlooked?
Not noticed?
Forgotten?
It's cold and dark.
Am I slow to germinate,
or am I dead?
Just be over with it already,
and bury me
six feet under.
Showing posts with label sad. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sad. Show all posts
Thursday, September 03, 2015
Saturday, August 08, 2015
Senseless
I was made
with ears that hear
and eyes that see,
But he does not speak to me.
He hides himself from my sight.
I was given a mouth
that longs to taste his mouth;
A nose the sniffs the air
seeking his musky, virile smell.
But he is nowhere to be found.
I was created with a body,
with skin and nerves
that wait for his touch
to send waves of excitement through me!
He is absent.
My heart is so alone
it's beats echo loudly,
drowning out my sobs and wails.
So empty
the slightest of breaths
sends waves of pain throughout
when they touch the raw exposed surfaces
Of my soul.
I wait upon my Redeemer
to make right what is so wrong,
to heal my heart
That He made,
to fill my longing desire
He placed deep inside me;
To keep His promises
...Hope
with ears that hear
and eyes that see,
But he does not speak to me.
He hides himself from my sight.
I was given a mouth
that longs to taste his mouth;
A nose the sniffs the air
seeking his musky, virile smell.
But he is nowhere to be found.
I was created with a body,
with skin and nerves
that wait for his touch
to send waves of excitement through me!
He is absent.
My heart is so alone
it's beats echo loudly,
drowning out my sobs and wails.
So empty
the slightest of breaths
sends waves of pain throughout
when they touch the raw exposed surfaces
Of my soul.
I wait upon my Redeemer
to make right what is so wrong,
to heal my heart
That He made,
to fill my longing desire
He placed deep inside me;
To keep His promises
...Hope
Friday, August 07, 2015
Digestion
Heartache.
Death of romance.
Like King David, at the death of his baby
I wash my face, take a meal
wanting to move forward,
wanting to trust You!
I eat and drink in Your Word
seeking comfort, sustenance,
trying to "taste and see that the LORD is good".
It sits in my soul like rocks,
heavy and unsatisfying;
like a meal that just "sits there"
leaving me full
but still hungry.
But if I wait,
it will break down
...eventually.
It will digest
and my soul will absorb its nourishment.
I will be sustained.
Death of romance.
Like King David, at the death of his baby
I wash my face, take a meal
wanting to move forward,
wanting to trust You!
I eat and drink in Your Word
seeking comfort, sustenance,
trying to "taste and see that the LORD is good".
It sits in my soul like rocks,
heavy and unsatisfying;
like a meal that just "sits there"
leaving me full
but still hungry.
But if I wait,
it will break down
...eventually.
It will digest
and my soul will absorb its nourishment.
I will be sustained.
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