I died
Was cremated
And kept the ashes
As if I could bring them back
Or as if I would ever want to
An unnatural attachment
To my depravity
A disbelieving
Believing that I needed a backup
Just in case I couldn't keep up
I pray for a strong wind
To carry my ashes away
The sin of holding on
Believing that I could hold God in one hand
And my former life in other
Today I chose
To grab onto God with both hands
And never look back into the wind
Never wish that my ashes would fall back at my feet
And breathe death back into a body
I am for You
Not against You
1 comment:
Hi - I came across your blog by chance, just clicking on "next blog".
I have to tell you, I really appreciate your writing. The sincerity and emotion and genuineness shine out of your words, and you have a clear strong voice.
Thank you for showing yourself, and sharing your talent.
Cynthia
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