and it was snowing.
this weird new england weather
is starting to drive me
crazy.
....
i wish i could write poetry like i could
when it would roll and bump
and sing right out of me
when the sun would shine and i would write
when the time would lend itself to words
and i could hear them
and i could write them
....
but, because my time has not had time to write
here is something i wrote and like:
Standing on the shore, the breeze washing my face in salty-freshness, I gaze and imagine. If Jesus were out there walking on the deep azure water the waves rolling around his ankles, and he called my name, would I come? Would I have the faith to trust his might, to step foot atop the sea? Would I trust not in my own strength to hold me up, but in the power of the one who created me and the sea? The salty water licks my feet as I edge closer to the water. I take a breath. I trust. I step. Holding me up through the waves around me, He lovingly sustains my every move. Fearless, I run to Jesus.
(i think i already posted this-a long time ago, but i like it so here it is again...it's not a drabble-120 words.)
I love the second stanza of your poem wishing you could write poetry. :) I often find that writing about not being able to write sparks my muse. Or writing about my muse as a person and writing about what she is going through. It helps.
ReplyDeletei have never written about my muse. maybe i shall try that. :)
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