Ragged
I feel the end of me
The fraying edges of my fear
The tattered fringes of my trying
The frantic fingers of my pushing.
I always feel broken here at the edges
Fleshly me finding futility there in the dark
Again
Forgetting that faith can traverse these winding trails
Can alight on the winds mere talent cannot fathom
Can tread sacred turf
Bending
Transcending
I sense the fringes of his robe sway within reach
If I can just touch them
Him
Yes
Power
Grace
Magnificence
Destiny
Home.
I love this! It’s when we reach the end of ourselves that we truly reach for Him.
Amen. Well said.
That was awesome… thank you