I rush to the next point
So there I can wait—
Ugh, this ‘in between’
Is the place I most hate!
Digging in heels,
Grasping for security
Give me new focus
And do so hurriedly!
My searchlight scans
Beginning to see
Dusty little treasures
That once were me..
“Give them back!”
My heart exclaims!
I’ll wipe them clean
And work through pain!
I'll retrace those steps
That lead to this place
Of anger and judgment
This bitter distaste..
Uncovering dust,
Promising to forgive
If I want refocus,
I will have to relive:
Doing the work
At once I chose not—
Repatching, renewing
Returning— my heart.
Finished "The Shack" again yesterday.. This time, it took me to a place of exposing the bitterness in my heart, and yearning to clean out the closet.. Wrote this poem concerning all of that this morn. If you haven't read it, you should!
