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His darling voice engraved in my mind

Poetry By: appleblossom
Non-fiction



Basically it is about my mind, the Sunday afternoon walk, the boy that I think about, how I don't want the sun to set and tomorrow to come because I am afraid, but I know everything will be okay, because God is God. "What a wretched man I am! Who will rescue me from this body that is subject to death?Thanks be to God, who delivers me through Jesus Christ our Lord!" Romans 7:23,24


Submitted:Apr 28, 2012    Reads: 4    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


His darling voice engraved in my mind
I carry with every step
At last, patches of blue in the sky
But I am a different blue in my fret
"Eye of heaven", as Shakespeare would say,
Please don't leave me today!
What will I do tomorrow? I am lost.
Not knowing what will be, I am cross.
My desires untouchable
My trust not standing
My hair unmanageable
My hope sure shaking.
Familiar strangers, won't you leave me be?
I just want to be by myself!
Your voices, your noises, infuriate me
And everywhere, so surrounded, but lonely
My relationships unbearable
My heart full of fear
My character unacceptable
My mind unclear
While sunlight was still up there
I was desperate for some air
Although isolation was my desired destination
What I reached - was a little inspiration
Paths and alleys, twists and turns
An unusually lovely afternoon
Slower and milder, and the heat doesn't burn
Bright Sunday, must you leave so soon?
People in shorts, all talking and walking
Paint and fish, both drying and reeking
Cute balconies, empty and silent
I just walked on, longing for quiet.
The superficial cheerfulness all around
As always, indifferent to my equally vain gloom
But you're forgiven, marvelous day
Go ahead and shine and bloom
Before me were pink blossoms so pretty
For a second I was giddy
May I be one of you, just as fair?
Beautiful, and without care?
But my hopes seem hopeless
And my future blurred
My thoughts shameless
My sin not cured.
I am a mess in every way
I've been here before.
My strength is but weakness
But God is gracious all the more
I know in whom I will confide
He who promised that tears will cease
It is Jesus who can release
These tangles between you and I.




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