fear and faith

fear and faith                September 4, 2016
“one cannot learn love
for it is a divine gift
and not an acquisition”

what a fool am i
a worm to know her place
but me
i keep trying to be
more than the mud
i am made of

for i long
not to see God
but to stroke His face
with my muddy hands

how can i wash
off the mud He made me
to be?

kiss me, Lord
with the fire of grace.
for today
i tremble.

About m

My ego wants to think I'm a writer but my heart knows I'm just another one of God's Kids who sometimes has words to say. 2 human kids and 3 feline kids call me Mom. Or Mooooooom. Or mewom, depending which you ask. I'm kinda-sorta busy being a student again; this time I signed myself up for a bizarre torture known as Graduate School. Theoretically in 4ish years I'll have earned some more nice letters to put with my name. Let's face it, I'm addicted to learning and probably need rehab to restore me to sanity and remove the obsession to read books. I don't remember what free time is but I think I like to spend it sleeping or playing in the mud on a river bank.
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1 Response to fear and faith

  1. m says:

    Unfortunately I don’t appear to have recorded a name to attribute the opening quotation to.Apologies, if anyone knows the source for these words, please remind me!


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