Friday, September 16, 2011

Five-Minute Friday: Joy

There are gray-clouded mornings
-- like today -- 
when I roll over, exhausted, exasperated
after swimming through heavy dreams
thick with emotion that's overflowed 
from long days


And I linger here, sitting in it.


I am weak. 


I am flesh 
and I am blood. 


And I dip deep into my own fears, 
realized,
I wade in worry, the gripping kind
that paralyzes me into shallow
breathing, 
as though one deep breathe
from my lungs could 
trigger a tsunami in my heart.


I am the rich man 
who is not willing to give up 
what he wants
in exchange for what he
so desperately needs.


I am the thief in the night
robbing my own house.


And in a moment of grace
whispered in the hallways 
of my mind, 
I am the the young boy's father, 
exclaiming through tears
"I do believe; help me overcome my unbelief!"


And in my cries,
my heart pleas
to save me from the water
in which I wade too deeply, 
to save me from myself,
I am me, 
and
He is still good,
and
I choose joy. 





8 comments:

  1. this was so lovely and so good. You could have been writing from my perspective...

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  2. Visiting from Gypsy Mama and I just wanted to tell you that I love this. I can so relate to these thoughts.

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  3. Thank you for this..your thoughts are warm to me today. :)

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  4. LOVED this! So unique and beautiful.

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  5. Beautiful. You are a true poet. Thanks for visiting my blog today. Rosanne

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  6. Perfectly wonderful words. You say it so well.

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  7. Oh how I feel this too....

    And in a moment of grace
    whispered in the hallways
    of my mind,
    I am the the young boy's father,
    exclaiming through tears
    "I do believe; help me overcome my unbelief!"

    Standing with you on this journey to live with, choose daily, wrap-around-one's-self JOY!

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  8. QUE LINDO SEU CANTINHO,JESUS TE ABENÇOEE CADA DIA MAIS E MAIS.

    FICA COM DEUS.

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There's nothing better than good conversation ... but not while talking to myself. Will you play a part in this discussion?

AND will you pretty please have your email linked to your account or leave it for me so I can respond?

Thanks for taking the time to make these thoughts into conversation.

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