Saturday, August 22, 2009

To put words on the feeling inside

I fear often for my stagnant, static soul
but He is the crisis that triggers the effect of becoming ever more like Him

I fear often getting lost,
but He is both my home and the stars that guide me there

I fear often that I will, in a moment of blinding passion end my small life too soon
I am rash, but He is patient and I am His.

1 comments :

  1. olivia said...

    my skin just got all prickly again.