I Am…
A trembling troubadour
in a world of lyrical wonder-workers
who speak love to the star-flecked heavens
amidst fields of wild roses,
while the moon falls to meet me
on a lonely hill of daffodils.
A weak-kneed thinker
who longs to lock himself away
in vaults of ethereal wonders
while the world rushes by
in terrifying glory.
A desperate heart
clinging to every drop
of joy
dripping from the overflowing bowl
of the table of the world.
Afraid,
yet strangely strong,
as if perpetually held
by the arms
of an Unseen Romancer.
Unsure
of what I have done
to deserve what I have received:
friendship.
Learning,
growing,
slowly and surely
as the bright wanderer above,
looking ever forward to the day
this trembling,
weak-kneed,
desperate child
can stand with those he loves,
upheld by grace and redemption,
and climb.
Posted on April 28, 2013, in NaPoWriMo and tagged NaPoWriMo, poetry. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.
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