(You'll forgive me, I hope, that this is a very old poem written on 1-30-06, and, though it is not so great anymore, was very good back then.)
Come astonish me with your tricks
And watch the sky, the clouds, the mix.
Skip a stone across for me
Until the day that we are free
To talk, to laugh, to change to one
Like clouds and sky melt in the sun.
Stroke my hair and hold my hand
And don't make light our Savior's band,
But listen closely as He guides your feet,
Though He guides you far from me.
For he knows loneliness and rage,
Hardship, dying, passion, pain.
But come alone to Him in rest
And He will give you what is best.
Maybe He will have us to band
And unite our calloused, searching hands
Or, like clouds and sky melt in the sun,
Unite our two hearts into one.
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I like how this is written in second person. Most of my poetry is written in first person, so it's a challenge for me to transition to second- and third-person poems (although in a poem I wrote today I tried second person). I really like the line "Though He guides you far from me." It feels very perceptive...it's an angle I don't often see...usually, poems talk about God guiding another person to us. This poem considers the opposite. The last three lines are great, too: "And unite our calloused, searching hands or, like clouds and sky melt in the sun, unite our two hearts into one."
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