Friday, September 24, 2010

Me

It is a poignant day as I watch the leaves sway,
back and forth on the branches jagged and alone,
without their hanging friends they are truly known.
I fill my life with fluff and pleasant smelling scents,
like the lonely branches without them I am bare and,
relent-lessly finding new ways to hide my secret.
It is the alone-ness that I fear,
hanging on like two agents in black after my dear,
and precious guarded insecurities
that I hold so tightly to keep safe and close,
because if the world lays it's sights upon them,
it will shrink back and wither oh little rose.
Lots of friends, trendy clothes and latest gizzmos,
maybe it is not you who defines me. No,
it is the darkest night filled with silence so loud it deafens
where I find my deepest Me,
the Me who God so fearfully and intricately made me to be.
That Me.
The Me that seeks no ones approval but the Father,
the Me that is willing to go,
farther and further past the sandiest desert man can map,
to the deepest part of my soul that I fear the most.
Where no monsters with horns and three heads stay,
but where my dreams and my fears intertwine and lay,
colliding together and making it the scariest place on earth.
So do not ask me where I will go for the Lord,
but ask me if I will stay,
in the place where no sword
nor shield are needed,
but only courage and faith is your weapon,
against the questions you are so afraid to ask, and
pride preys upon,
the meek and humble minded Me I am so afraid to be.
That is where I will go for the Lord,
to find the Me deep down within me,
and embrace him like an old friend you once knew and remembered.
A smirk, a smile, and a freckle you've once seen,
Oh Joy, it is you!
The Me deep down within me.
Stay, my friend and we will enjoy the simplest pleasures,
for it is the Lord's fetter
that allows us to be together.
Let us catch up on old times, reminisce of good days,
the days where we climbed trees and danced in the waves
of the ocean that seems to wash upon it's shore,
hints and clues to a secret He knows,
a secret that can be found only
by working together and traveling on a road,
where two sets of feet look better than one.
Come Me.

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