Reality

I should probably call this poem a Reality Check.  I have needed one recently, and this poem, though I wrote it over a year ago, was exactly that reality check for me.  I am sharing this for Gooseberry Garden free (okay, I know that wasn't what you meant by free, but if we are free linking we might as well talk about freedom in the ultimate sense.... )  linking this week and I hope that you are uplifted by it too.  Please link back there for other poems for the spirit and soul...

Reality

For we are His workmanship, created in Christ Jesus for good works, that God prepared beforehand that we should walk in them....   Eph 2:10

Churning uneasiness, swirling fatigue

Can't see the light of the woods for the trees

Sorrowful aching, so much to learn

Far from the tightrope of balance I yearn

So into the garden I flee to the night

Seeking and searching, longing for light

Knowing that only my Lord has the key

That opens the gate to humility

Kneeling at His feet, in tear stained awe

Blindness removed leaving feelings so raw

Praying for mercy to wash clean my soul

Praying for courage to take up my role

Praying for those He has charged to my care

For wings to grow strong and sweep through the air

To soar with them, urge them to freedom's pure cry

Discovery's journey to sing through their sky.

Praying for Sonrise to dawn in our land

Reaching enlightenment, daring to stand

Echoing praise, reflecting His Light

Drawing our souls, torn free with delight.

Free to explore, free to succeed,

Free to be honest, free to achieve

Living wholeheartedly, joyously free

Reverently, exquisitely, uniquely as me.