LOOKING FOR A PLACE TO HANG MY HEART.
I feel thin and stretched today, from life apart—
Looking for a place to hang my heart.
My mind accepts that God’s still near –
So why does inner self feed on fear?
Like carefree grasses, I would reach—
Until I touched my Lord to beseach.
I’d like to soar with God of blue sky—
Or like bauble-balloons, learn to FLY!
Dear God, I offer ME as a brand new start!
Looking for a place to hang my heart.
Though I feel you not, I accept the silence;
Help me, Lord, to keep my balance.
In gratitude my voice shall raise—
To be a sacrifice of praise.
You are my place. You are my heart!
I bless you: you never really depart.
copyright 2010 by Marilee Miller
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This post is in response to L L Barkat's "On, In, and Around Mondays."
http://seedlingsinstone.blogspot.com/2010/10/on-in-and-around-mondays-dragon-scales.html
Thank you for your encouragement over at Seedlings. You can post any day and that's totally fine. :)
ReplyDeleteI like the pen and ink figure placed here. And how the figure is reaching. Yes, I feel that way too at times.
I fixed the link for you. It comes directly here now. :)
ReplyDeleteThanks for visiting my site. :)
ReplyDeleteStretching. Reaching. I so get that.