The Lighthouse Poetry Contests submission on conversation with G-d. |
I couldn't write this poem; I couldn't speak to G-d. I couldn't bear to bare my soul, And show the path I've trod. So nothing that I write, Will brush the light of day. And because I'll admit to no-one else, It's to myself that I must pray: Sometimes I don't know what I'm doing. That's ok, because I do. Sometimes I feel my slf is c rumbling. I'm still in love with you. Sometimes I think I never change Eternal is your grace Sometimes I wish I'd stayed the same I'm with you, keeping pace Sometimes I'm filled to dazzling Your soul is full of fire Sometimes I must become much more Harness your desire Sometimes I know I get it wrong Sometimes you get it right Sometimes I long to slip away Yet still I hold on tight. Sometimes I hide myself in shame I'm by you even then Sometimes I fall from lauded heights We'll climb back up again Sometimes I hear a still, small, voice Sometimes I hear a plaintive cry And call it by my name And ache to end its pain But though it speaks within my voice But in the gifting of my choice I know they're not the same. Our choices are the same. |