Old Poetry

It’s been a long time since I wrote anything expressive, but here is one that I slopped down some years ago.

Out of the depths and
From the heights
I have called out to you.
You hear with ease
But I have screamed louder
And whispered softer
Trembled and shaken
Stomped and kicked
Wept undamed tears
And strode forth dry as bones in the desert.
I have spun in circles
Fallen on my face
Danced in fearless shame
And driven the very knees you have made
Down before you.
Weak or strong
Right or wrong
Clean or dirty
Holy or Profane
I have come before you
Always and again
To say the same thing
That I know not how to say.
I love you Lord.

Old Poetry

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