Caught between my heart
And who I "ought" to be
Torn between two masters
The passion of God's breath
Or, the mold that this world affords
Breathlessly run to one
But which to serve
Not to serve but to BE
The intent of Papa's heart
Knit together in my mother's womb
Reveals the blueprint of the unmarred design
Din of well-meaning voices
Crying from every corner
Many sculptors framing my life
Father Potter moisten, tear down
And reshape Your clay
Remake the vessel to carry your weight
by GMM Jr
1 comment:
Wow! How many years have I known you and not known that you write poetry? Thank you for taking a chance and revealing something more intimate about yourself. I love it. I look forward to following your blog.
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