His darling voice engraved in my mind

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
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: April 28, 2012

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Submitted: April 28, 2012




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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