Just exercising my writing muscles before starting into prose yesterday... Needs some work, but I thought I'd post it.
True Motion
A life of slow motion
I couldn’t stop pondering
A life without meaning
I saw the great crowd of eyes
And long fingers that point
I saw how fruitless life dies
And my own barren tree
I knew the great commandment
A life of His service
I knew the given blood print
A life of true worship
I stood but did not do
I saw it without change
I knew but was not new
I was far too afraid
I should be down in prayer
The eyes do not matter
I should be focused elsewhere
Then love grows for those eyes
I read to become trusting
A life of true motion
I did to stop my rusting
I life with true meaning
©Miss Pickwickian
Thanks for reading,
Miss Pickwickian
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ReplyDeleteI think there are many Christians that can relate to the sentiments you've expressed here. Well done.
ReplyDeleteexcellent.
ReplyDeleteI like the "stop my rusting" part. Very poetic. :-)
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