Where is the Spirit
Where is God when I...
am
preacherpoet motherdaughter
when I am the woman - the woman -
who cries at a yellow house
but does not. leave.it. behind
(and that is important)
when I am the woman
preacher poet who craves
recognition and a
sense of authority or a sense of feeling
of being known
but blogs anonymously, says
no, CRUMBLES when
challenged where is God
SPIRIT HOLY POWER GHOST
and what are my
yearning my challenges, my
gifts and how am I
true to them
I am pulled, pushed but
am I standing firmproudalive
with who I am, or am I shirking
the gifts that God has given
me? What do I yearn
for to do with a glass of
wine, a book and a pen.
what does this give me
the freedom
to do, from the trappings
of these walls we call
church together apart as
one in the world
what am I yearning and
dare I make plans
cast vision
claim mission
I am preacherpoet woman.
7 comments:
Amen.
This is beautiful.
Beautiful. What do you do preacherpoet woman with those gifts? You do have a beautiful gift.
i agree with ladyburg - beautiful! beautimusso! beautifically done!
Pink Shoes,
I love to read your poetry. Thank you for sharing this one, especially.
sigh
You go, preacherpoet woman!!! Always a pleasure to stop in!
Thanks. I needed that. Especially as I head into the dreaded budget meeting, in which I am decidedly non-gifted, tomorrow night.
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