A Soft Gentle Poem
Tonight as I pray, I always thank God for each new day, but
somehow lately I feel as if I’ve gotten nothing done because my heart, just can’t
seem to make a decision to go. I can’t
make a decision to stay or to go, and when I feel one step closer, I feel one
step back, and going nowhere, goes no where. Way too fast.
The days are getting old, although I still
find joy in them, there’s something more somewhere, finding me, searching me,
looking for a place to fit in and call home.
A place where the soft winds blows my name, through his soul.
A place where peace resides when I am by his
side, home. Only, now, nobody really
knows. The hearts strong desire, to know
how much its tired and worn, bring life to my soul. If only he had known for years my ancient
heart built this house for him to stand at the throne. If only he could have shown. The love in his
heart for me but the wind carried it away, that as soon as I would feel
lit, it would quietly pass and
drift.
Maybe time is always the key,
sometimes I feel like ive done mastering everything externally. And need to
work on me. Internally. My soul throbs each and everyday, for the
knowledge to grow in me in every possible way. To be prepared for the unknown,
because we both know the world we live in is not what it seems, and it could be
that one day we wake up and the earth is a different place. Theres not one hiding place. And I would be left alone. Yet my hunger for his heart still yet exists,
and if dreams were just meant to be dreams, and not exist, why can’t I stop
singing that song, and feeling that emotion and desiring.
Somewhere hes looking for me, searching for
me, trying to find me, but I keep missing him, because maybe my heart is
prepared for such a love that would only exist where angels would sing a
heavenly tune if the two were to just kiss.
Maybe instead of trying to seek my own…………………


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