How unique it is
to look out upon
this pregnant emptiness
To hold out hands
cupped to receive
yet
heavy
with that which is
unnamed
To be gifted
with such a charge,
this scripting of a life?
It is
this scripting of a life?
It is
humbling
and
heroic
and
glorious
and
gargantuan
and
Who
am
I
that
He
is
mindful?
Gingerly
I step out
arms raised
trembling
And from fingers
gilded with sunlight
hope
springs
like
doves
and
heroic
and
glorious
and
gargantuan
and
Who
am
I
that
He
is
mindful?
Gingerly
I step out
arms raised
trembling
And from fingers
gilded with sunlight
hope
springs
like
doves
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The future holds the unknown and the choices we have yet to make. Such responsibility! How good that God is already there. That is a comfort. Well done!
ReplyDeleteOoooo I really really love this, especially the last line...and from fingers gilded with sunlight hope springs like doves.
ReplyDelete(I can hear their wings)