There’s so much I’d really like to say
Thoughts in my head that won’t go away
But they never make it up too close
To the edge of where my voice goes
They fly and flutter, fade away
They never really come to stay
Unless it’s just for me, alone
Times that turn this tongue to stone
Someday, perhaps, the wall will give
And all those words will get to live
But until then I’ll guard them all
Till with a shout, the flood walls fall
Now That THAT’S Out of the Way…
I think when there’s something I’d really LIKE to say, my mind goes first to poetry. Maybe it’s because I don’t really wanna SAY anything at all, but I do just want to feel like I’m saying “something”. And so I tend to shorten things, make them playful and fun and poetic and flowing. You know, all the artsy type stuff a writer tends to do anyway.
Any other way, it seems like, they just make me cry.
And that’s being too real.
At least for me, sometimes.
I know God’s got me though. I take great solace in that, in fact. Without Him, I don’t know where I’d be but I’m pretty sure it wouldn’t be sitting here comfortable, but wanting so desperately to make sense of things I just can’t make sense of in the flesh.
Prayers await answers. Battles rage on. Shields up, swords drawn! my friend Rosie always says. And she’s so so right!
We can’t give up. We can’t pretend that there isn’t a spiritual battle raging or that there isn’t an enemy of our souls just offering us reason after reason to give up the fight. No, sir! We can’t allow him to blind our minds any further. We wrestle NOT against flesh and blood!
Do you know who you’re fighting?