i have missed writing.
i have been through a season when the pen has found its residence in my bag, on the floor, in a jar, but rarely in my hand.
then i wrote this poem below inspired by a phrase a dear friend shared with me.
as soon as the words rolled off her tongue they spilled with excitement into my heart.
sitting on a chartreuse chair in my room my heart found comfort as the pen found itself embraced by strength and peace.
her body was not just right
her eyes limited her sight
her breath unstable and short
her thoughts too complex to sort
her legs were feeble and weak
constantly something to tweak
He thought she's the one I choose
Her weaknesses i will use
Each step will cause her to praise
A victory consists of days
She doubts conquering unknowns
Body and mind utter groans
Then He says, "Look at her heart
Everything is there to start
The unreachable she will see
Revealed by her heart of purity."
Hephzibah. He delights in you.
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