My first writing love is poetry - which has expanded into my intrigue with spoken word. This is the first of many poems/spoken word pieces to come:
Desert whispers,
Exhaled from the excavated cavity that is my heart,
Once a spiritual spring - it is not springing - His praises I am not singing - the dry is stinging
I am parched
A life lived in the lurch - struggling to get past the hurt / the pain - - the dirt / the stain
Looking to move forward in hope - in a new direction - not perfection - just something better than wasting away in the desert I find myself in today
Tomorrow - I forgive? I take a step?
What's next? What's best?
Which move opens my ears - to hear
His truth - not the voice of my fears
About failure and shortcomings - gotta stop running - away - and run towards Him
Let tomorrow begin
In the quiet still I hear a calling - faint and patient, and relentless - stirring me to be restless - and I'm growing desperate
To live, no thrive, in His purpose - dwell near His throne, abide in His service
But today I am dry, I am parched, like tinder but no spark
3.22.16
