Insight: Help in a Lonely Place
November 5, 2024
Poem – The Snack
November 5, 2024
At first, there was power in the air,
now I'm suffocating.
It's stuffy in here.
Yet, to peel back the shell would break
up the atmosphere,
must stay still and patient
then all will be formed,
coming together, order at my proper time.
I reach in to reach out, and His Spirit takes
my heart.
Must remain, my frustration
by embracing the love I seek
from this ordained place I'm in.
I'm starting to grow now,
my back is against the wall,
stretching my legs as I thrust forth my arms
breaking out from this space,
and when the sounds of crackling stops,
being whole, I’ve met my new surroundings.
As God created me to be for eggless, without grace, I would not be formed as me to leave this place.
