The pulse of my life
is a constant arrangement
The rhythm continuing
through all the years.
Yet sometimes I find
there's a sort of estrangement,
A wandering meter
of sorrows and fears.
The beat does not fall
where I think it ought to
The strength of the motion
is oddly sustained.
God puts the emphasis
where I wouldn't have thought to,
Giving my life
an intriguing refrain.
Awesome. I love this:
ReplyDeleteGod puts the emphasis
where I wouldn't have thought to,
Hello Linda!
ReplyDeleteI am very blessed by your lovely poem. My step-Dad has just had a series of strokes during his annual visit to western WA to visit our family. If you don't mind, I would like to print this out on some pretty paper to hang on his hospital wall! Giving you poet credit of course!!
If you were of a mind, or anyone else to read our saga and pray for my step-Dad here is a link to my blog post of the first part of our continuing story.
http://honeyfromflintyrocks.wordpress.com/2011/09/24/watermelon-lemonade-a-stroke/
Blessings, ~Mrs. R
Hello Mrs. R,
ReplyDeleteBy all means, go ahead and print it out!
In Christ,
Linda