Author’s Note: Today, one of my best friends published her first book of poetry. The following poem is how I responded after seeing how many likes she received after publishing the news on Facebook. I’m learning how quickly the Devil will use such a thing as numbers to make me feel useless, my words, voice don’t matter. Not true. I’m sorry if my “woe is me” stole your joy for even a second, Megan. I’m so so so so so PROUD OF YOU FOR FIGHTING THOSE COLD FEET! I’m so thankful God put you in my life so I could freely BE MY CRAY, IMPERFECT SELF! 🙂 (I yell at her all the time.. 😉 ) I love you, Megan. Thanks for letting me be part of this. PEOPLE OF WORDPRESS & BEYOND: GO BUY THIS GIRL’S BOOK..RIGHT. NOW. Please? ❤ On to the poem….
In this pitiful soul,
tossing & turning on mistake heavy bedsheets,
I am thought beautiful ruin.
We talk hushed, our language breath
I let go when enclosed by You.
My inhalations frustrated.
How could I let jealousy steal
me away again? This isn’t
about me, slow numbers
climbing up a hill, only brought
halfway to a sudden halt.
No, a friend has stepped
out on cold feet making waters,
only to see You, marvelous light,
calling: Come to me! She doesn’t
hesitate. cannot turn down
invitation to dine at Your table.
Sharing the bread & wine of Life.
She ignores the doubting wind,
waiting perfect time to drown
her lovingkindness smile.
She steps one shaky foot
after another, out of the boat,
while I sit still, I am so proud!
But, slowly, a sinking fear grips
my shrinking heart.
What about me?
He must not love me as much.
She turns back, not fearing fall,
extends her hand to pull me up
and out beside her.
You’re cray. He loves you, too.
I wouldn’t have had the courage
without you. I hug her tight.
We pull apart, walking
hand in hand to You,
our Father’s roomy embrace.