Shalom
I’ve been a man
Trading on stolen time
Stepping on love
Yet look for it in my torn pockets,
Rugged mind, broken heart
Somehow blind, but oblivious
Full of pride, but afraid
Full of strength, but so weak
I’ve walked on rivers, and lakes
Deep valleys where darkness reigned
High skies where the sun shone
It has risen, it has rained
Down dirty corridors of my heart
I know what it feels to be tall, and short
What it means to be lost
Found, lost, found, and lost again
There’s been love and anger
Bitterness, despair
Flowers and balloons
Yet, in my brokenness and deformity
There is a kind God
Who takes all that for beauty
You tell me what love is
If God is not in it
Then it is as good as empty
There were nights
When I cried myself out
Chocking to the dust of my insecurities
I’ve tried to love, and failed
I’ve tried to be right
But there were moments
When sin was the only food left
And I couldn’t sleep hungry
What are clothes for anyway?
I’m tired of hiding
Behind my wide smile
Smooth voice and gentle eyes
I’m tired of hiding
Behind the World Wide Web
Www this, www that
I want to be naked for God
Even though He already sees my unseen
I want to be naked for Him
His waters to make me clean
I want to know what colours mean
Blue, red, green
How flowers love
And where children go to live after they die
I want to know who I am
When the sun goes down
How God feels
When no one is talking to Him
He picks me up from ashes
To flesh, to spirit
To spaces and places without limits
I am speechless before Him
No poem can match His Word
His Wisdom is in trees and birds
He made me mud
Saliva and dust
I am nothing
But a tiny grain of sand in His World
My heart shall go on its knees
And worship…
Copyright © Daniel Ayiro | Year Posted 2020
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