With empty hands

When everything is stripped away…

when our hands, our minds, our hearts are bare…

when we are no longer fighting to get our way…

tired of the struggle…

chewed up by life...

alone, lost, spent…

we get quiet, be-friending the silence…

it is only then, when we are raw, willing, open…

that we can hear the sweet voice of God whispering…

“You are not alone…

give me your hand, my beloved...

let me lead you…

trust me…

for I am here”

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FYI - Still playing with writing poetry...writing isues of my heart...wrote this one today.

 

We turn to God for help
when our foundations are shaking,
only to learn it is God who is shaking them.

~ Charles C West ~
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"I have faith"