Saturday, December 17, 2005

Things that change

Pain of new birth
Awakens me to bring
The loved parts of me
To the surface.
Judging from my reflection
I am still too unworthy
To fly,
Though I see grace in progress
Every Day.
Finding who we are
In the middle of it.
I am lonely,
Yet surrounded;
Yet fulfilled;
Yet full of life.
Posing all my intricacies
As depth incarnate
I press on,
And I wait,
And I move,
And I exult
In the One who does not

(Copyright LK, 12/16/06)

1 comment:

Ashlee Liddell said...

Your writing pierced my heart...Thank you for sharing...