After I got back from my 3.5 hr bike ride yesterday I laid down for 20 minutes to clear my mind, woke up and jotted this down:
I'd like to understand
I am that child, the one who continually questions
the never ending string of "why"
why does my spirit rise and fall like the moon
why do thoughts cycle round in my head like bad lyrics
why am i constantly searching
why haven't i found what i'm looking for
why do i ask questions to the air and expect answers
why does clarity escape me
why courage
why, why, why, why, why
Excuse me, can you tell my "why"
Why indeed
Like that child my aim is to understand,
understand, hmmm
Hey where did that kid go,
the one with all the pestering questions?
To the playground to play?!
1 comment:
I definately can relate with this poem you wrote and feel at peace now knowing that the question "why" won't get me where I want to be. Instead, relying on God's powerful words, allowing "if you have faith as large as a mustard seed" seep through my stretched skin knitted together by questions, and rest in the knowledge that God always provides and always will. It was nice to meet you Sunday and I look forward to seeing you Thursday!
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