I meant to curse You.
I opened my lips
Past the borders of my fear
And felt the curse rise in my throat.
Like the sun,
It's heat burned
And lit me from within.
Oh!
I meant to curse You.
Instead there was a song:
Diffuse and
Round,
A glory of light and dark
Together.
Rising like glory,
And cold,
And silver.
Rising like wonder
And reflected joy.
I meant to curse you
Instead
I called out Your name.
I write, mostly to keep my head from exploding. It threatens to do that a lot. My blog is the pixelated version of all the voices in my head. I tend to dive into what connects me to God, my community, my family and my doubt. I do a lot of searching, not as much finding. I’m good with that. I have learned, finally, to live comfortably in the gray. I n the meantime, I wrestle with God, and my doubt and my joy. If nothing else, I've learned to make a mean cup of coffee.
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