Galatians 1: lullabies
the middle of the night and
i wake up.
a light shimmers in
my room, escaping the boundaries
of the neighbor’s back porch.
i toss and turn on a
sea of bedcovers in time
with the racing beat of my heart.
with my big toe, i peel off
a sock, and then do the same
for the other foot.
this peeling, pulling off layers,
cools me down, leaves me exposed.
i remember who i am,
is the same as who i want to be.
the good news reaches in,
a magic touch
grace.
a thousand other voices
and their expectations
are quieted
by the truth.
i sleep again
only to wake in the morning
to find myself
cradled.
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11 comments:
Yes.
A comforting feeling to be cradled. I enjoyed reading this.
Visiting from Emily's Imperfect Prose.
smiles. i have been here and felt that...what a great place to be... cradled...
Thank you for this wonderful appropriation of grace. It's transcendent.
"I remember who I am is who I want to be."
That part really spoke to me...
this is so beautiful...
isn't it awesome to obediently let go of it all... and find that He's doing the holding? :) nice.
That feeling of falling back asleep, peaceful once again... precious
Comforting, restful and safe: all of the feelings a lullaby should invoke. And I love you header and background. Your blog is really beautiful
april---LOVED the imagery of you peeling off your socks and then, finding yourself both exposed and cradled.
stunning, friend.
perfect perfect perfect
thanks for posting
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