Words.
Always seeking a perfect crafting.
Seems forever I am drafting…
How I love to weave you
In patterns enormously elaborate
Or whittle you carefully down to
Allow sparing truths to fit.
But, there are times when you
All but vanish,
Behaving almost as banished,
Leaving me with a nameless
Something
Stinging my tongue,
Though not painfully:
And that single, well-known melody alights itself
Softly, reverently…
Holy, holy, holy
Is the Lord God Almighty…
My heart surrenders to the phrase,
Rendered otherwise wordless
By the echo of endless praise
To come,
Of knowing and lifting Him high.
Oh, to embrace the ultimate sum
Of all our existence!
To freely fling my hands to the sky,
Ending all resistance!
To join in sinking to my knees
Before the throne,
To know this King
Loves me as His own!
To sink back in the peace,
To rejoice in the ceasing of
All my consternation,
And at last lay aside the
Mad scramble for
A poet’s perfection…
My apologies for the comments not being on. I can’t seem to remedy the situation myself this time. At least, not at present. 🙄 I think this is becoming a problem for tech support! Blessings and prayers and thanks for reading at any rate! 🙂
