Monday, January 24, 2011


remember: when your wings are weak, and your spirits done, and you've flown as far as you can, you're halfway there.

- boron, the echidna, in legends of the guardians

i am spent.
i am weak.
i feel terribly alone.

He is the gust that pushes my frailness further
He is the rain that embraces and carries my tears
He is the lamp that illuminates the path beneath me
He is the path that steadies my swollen feat

He is the cloud that covers my sight from disillusion
He is the silence that tunes my heart to listen
He is the lightweight cloak, a welcomed burden
He is the chill that persuades me to cling to this burden

He is the night that envelops every distraction
He is the night that wakes my eyes to widen
He is the fog that asks me if I sincerely trust Him
He is the mist that settles when I whisper a yes.

He is the warmth in my hands when I yearn for His nearness
He is the poem I recite when I remember His face
He is the silence that listens to my heart as it's burning
He is the burning that aches in jealousy and zeal.

He is my lonesome journey, the small gate, the narrow road
He is the pulling on my conscience, the angst on my lips
He is the whispering breeze, the dancing leaves
the silence that asks me to  


and rest
within the mist

and to be quiet within my soul


currently listening: Jason Upton, Jacob's Dream
currently reading: Kahlil Gibran, Jesus the Son of Man

1 comment :

  1. Hello Karen, I found your blog by accident. It was your interest in the book Bonhoeffer. This blog is unique and very interesting. I shall return soon.....

    Thank you,