My Song?

Theresa Beverly

I try to write; the words won’t come.
I have a song; it won’t be sung.
Your precious word is hidden in me.
It wants to get out; it wants to be seen.

And yet...

What can I say now? It all sounds cliched.
“I give praise for your love,” “By your grace I’m amazed.”
“I promise I’ll follow wherever you lead,”
and “Jesus, you’re all that I’ll ever need.”

But I do. I am. I will. You are.

It’s all been said before by those more eloquent than I,
but surely there is something I can say, if I just try...

No. There’s nothing.

I am tired now of trying, far too hard, for far too long,
Lord, please accept my silence; simply make my life
Your Song.
 

Stephanie Whaley

Scattered thoughts
Battered memories
Stab at my mind
Like the needle of a sewing machine
Driving me to question
All that is present
And all that is not.

J. Cox

J. Cox

Untested Clay

Jim Beall

Avoided pressure
Rolled away
Tightly seized
Dried and brittle
Useless dust