Catalyst
Allow me, this day,
to become the catalyst
of my own awakenings…
For I hold within myself
the light of dawns reckonings
Bare floor’s creaking
with the splinters of the past
Some things never change
Some things never last
Allow me, this day,
to find enlightenment
within worded phrase…
For I hold within myself
knowledge in living sage
Bare floor stripping
layers of varnished truth
Refinishing with prayer
His Mercies are acute
Allow me, this day,
to become the catalyst
of rejoicing praise…
For His Words, hid not,
are my renewing gage
©Debra Squyres
Copyright © Debra Squyres | Year Posted 2015
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