October 18, 2010

untitled.


this is a poem from a long time ago that I never posted.
if I had a moment in hand
I would tell you to go count the stars
and tell me if there are more
I would ask you to write something cryptic and leave it unfinished
I would dare you to go ask the trees
if they hear the voice of the Lord
coming like lightning in the distance

as I am waiting wounded
I tape together meager words to fix the broken silence
sometimes love defies logic,
not waiting to be asked
not to be snuffed out

yet within brokenness confidence floods in
with the rushing wind of goodness that has already won
the battle of uncertainty

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