On this 4th day of November 2023
“Blessed are [those] who trust in the Lord – for [they] shall be like a tree planted by the waters, which spreads out its roots by the river. . . its leaf will be green and will not be anxious in the year of drought”
Book of Jeremiah 17:7-8
When I started writing poetry I read the above promise and realized how
anxious and troubled I was in my time of drought and wrote a prayer –
What will you do Lord, with me?
When I perceive myself my silhouette is like a tree
with branches twisted and tangled
Encumbered with vines and tendrils of fear
fed by roots of misbeliefes and lies
That even the birds of the air cannot
find a space to perch to rest their little wings
To raise their fledgings and share their sweet song
For my downcast spirit drives them away
to find another abode to stay
Devoid of shade and blossoms of fruit
green leaves withered with decay
Oh Lord, take your fine toothed comb
undo my tangled thoughts and take
my troubles and doubts away.
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