face to the ground searching for glass
wanting to bury my head right in that sand
nose in a book searching for God
hiding myself behind the pages
fingers striking the keyboard
writing thoughts with intentionality
how I want to remain hidden
a faceless spirit, a soundless voice
revealing myself
in letters and words alone
alas it cannot be
for I am made to trudge along
in this body- the humble container
for the spirit that longs
to soar beyond facial
expressions and physical
movement
so I will continue on
following His plan
for my life-both in body and spirit
until that glorious day
when I can finally leave the physical
behind to decay in the earth
from which it was made
and my spirit will finally be free
to fly with the angels
Your poetry always touches my heart. You are so gifted.
ReplyDeleteLoved this poem, Anne!
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