I was away for so long that I came home with writer's block, but Thursday I had a flood of creativity that started with this. I'm happy to say that I'm finally writing again. Slowly but surely, I think I will finish the novel I'm working on when I'm not writing this poetry.
The Ocean and the Shore
Some days I am the ocean,
and You are my shore.
As waves crash against
the burning sand and
go back again,
lost in their wandering,
lost in the vastness of the sea,
oh God,
so do I wander and lose myself,
in the hopelessness of
searching and longing for things
I think I'll never have
but then I remember the shore
and just like the ocean,
I return again to fall on the shoreline,
back again to You, my Lord,
the One my soul longs for,
in Your arms do I find all that fulfills
my longing and searching.
Other days I am a single grain of sand
taken from the shoreline I know so well
and thrown into the harsh and vast sea
swirling and drowning amongst the billions
but then Your hand reaches out into
the middle of the ocean
and there You've found me,
this tiny speck of sand,
in the hand of the Creator of everything.
Though I feel lost in it all,
You spotted me out amongst the many.
How amazing it is that though
I felt swallowed up in the sea
the One who shaped the earth
with His own hands and painted
the stars in the night sky
and gave the wind it's power
and holds the oceans in His hands--
that same God picked me out,
of all the people He could have chosen,
He chose me even with my wandering heart
and He called me to be His own.
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