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.
Uniting,
Disjointing,
Finding who we are
In the middle of it.
I am lonely,
Yet surrounded;
Longing,
Yet fulfilled;
Tired,
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
Change.

(Copyright LK, 12/16/06)