I don't talk to You anymore.
I used to take hours on the floor,
Knocking at Your door.
Have I lost something,
Or is it just because?
Maybe it's because You're here
And it's no longer a must.
I silently acknowledge Your power,
And You hear me without my effort.
I quickly signal You less than hours
As I have done before Father.
Do I still love You?
Do I really do?
Maybe I just trust You,
Is that the truth?
Let me know my heart,
And change it for good,
Because when I talked
Before it was understood,
That I needed help,
And that's why I mostly came,
But I saw glimpses of love
Of all that You have made.
But this heart I see,
Has compromised from You,
As if I only talked
If I got something good.
Please kill that portion of me,
I struggle in this life of vanity,
Because it seems I only care,
For things I want from Your Christmas tree.
Did I forget You?
Or do I just trust
You're there?
I want to love You,
I want to be aware.
I want to be in awe of You,
Not for things You made,
But to love You as You are,
Nothing attached,
Let all things fade.
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War Underneath
PoetryWords and thoughts about things that are fought within the heart, soul, and mind. The flesh is weak, but the spirit is willing; And the dog you choose to feed will win. ~~~~~ Author Note: I will warn you that words can wield just like a sword and t...
