Loathsome yet Glorious

I get on my knees

Unworthy, lowly, small

I can't make myself as tiny as I feel

What an extraordinary lot!

What a privilege to see my smallness

My life and who I am

Properly viewed, seen in truth

I'm valuable, lovely, delighted in

What? How can this be?

I am powerful, good, and precious

I can't comprehend this!

How can I be both great and small?

It's the shadow, a shadow!

Blanketed in the shadow of a loathsome tree

Loathsome yet glorious

My smallness is made great

The world's eyes, billions of them

Look on quizzically, wondering

"How can she matter, that little one?

She is broken and plain, nothing special"

Right! Correct! The world speaks true

Broken and plain, yes; special? Not a chance!

But look at the shadow

Look on the loathsome tree

Drenched in the blood of one who loved me

That one, He says I'm worth it

He loves me!

He loves me!

I live in a shadow that's radiantly bright

A shadow broad and vast

Cast by a tree that once brought death

But now it symbolizes life

(February 5, 2014, not during chapel because I was focusing...)

I Am In the Way

Walking down the street
People rush by
Heads down, seeing nothing
Nothing but their own universe
I bump shoulders with a man
He grunts at me, retreating back into his coma
I am in the way

She grips her coffee cup
Looking at me, questioning eyes
I tell her to stop
She's just going to be hurt
Brokenhearted...again
He'll never treat her right, but she won't hear me
I am in the way

I give him my heart
Its broken shards, all I have to give
He doesn't see how much I trust
Blindly leaning into false love
How could he know? He couldn't
It's hard for me to trust, but when I do it ends
I am in the way

He sees me, He really does
In my rawest form
Broken and filthy, a great burden
When He tells me He loves me I run
I run anywhere but to Him
He can't love me that much, can He?
I am always in the way

(Completed November 11, 2013)

Too Much Hope

I love dusk in winter

The sleepy sun paints the sky

Deep, delicious orange

Pale, exquisite purple

Green that's nearly white

Pink deeper than a blush

The fleeing daylight bursts

Saying a bold farewell to day

It beckons the dryads from slumber

A regal oak lifts its arms in praise

A humble maple leans protectively over passersby

A fair birch is twisted in an ancient dance

This is how I see the world

A poet's eyes see much and little

Where there's room for poetry, I see it all

So much in the universe is breathtaking

Wielding a sense of wonder and too much hope

I look for God, because He is in everything

(Friday, January 17, 2014)