A short, pro religious poem about my odd relationship with God above. |
-Reconcile This Heart- by Keaton Foster Broken Bare Naked Aware Reconcile this heart Make it whole Impossible I know Find a way Unbearable the day Terrible each night What a tedious life Living Seemingly With certainty To those outside Looking in I shall not I cannot I will never be Forgiven One of his Long since lost children God will judge Upon his stoop I must come to kneel Upon my brow Must he place his hand Thus taking away my pain Allowing me to breathe Removing every burden known And every tragedy sown Glorious the day Wonderful the end Slipping further still Eternity will become Like a well-known home I’ve done nothing wrong Of course my eyes Are increasingly blind Survival is my only real sin Never once as a kid Or as an adult Have I asked him God above for help I would not dare Each lesson Every intersection All the impossible ways He tested me are part Of life, a continual game I believe that I am meant to win Because the greatest of odds Have long since been stacked But despite all of that In the shattered realm Of this impossible heart There has always been The smallest of spark An idea and a concept Of something beyond me And my troublesome life I have always known And clearly understood That this place And thus this tortured shape Were meant to be as God above Has so graciously made them Why holds no place Of prominence or denial Reconcile this heart No doubt it will be All but a spark A first step down the path A blind step off the edge What will come next Will without question Concern me significantly less… Reconcile This Heart Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2013 |