Done

Let the tears pour out of my soul

For I am burdened

An anchor of pain has settled in me.

 

Optimism far from sight

Inundated by life’s sorrows

Scattered anger and solid sadness

 

Lord, I want to be done

Trying to pull myself from the grave I dug

Yet I coware in the corner

 

Desperate soul

Veins flowing with shame

Lord, I want to be done

 

Isolation is what I seek

But community does not allow such wants

Visual smile

Inner wailing

 

Lord, I want to be done

But as you did with Jacob

You wrestle with me

 

You show me that there is hope

You show me why I cannot be done

You bless me beyond my pain and sorrows

 

Even still

Even in the blessings and hope

I want to be done

What a draining season to be in

 

Yearning for joy

An inexpressible joy

Joy,  a concept far from thought

 

Lord why do I want to be done

Have I wandered so far that your glory escapes my mind

Has this world consumed my life

Making you secondary

 

Lord you warrant awe

Yet my awe for you has been lost

Then I remember that you are God

 

In  remembering who you are

My heart stirs

For you call me loved

You make me whole

You embrace me

Even as I fight against your love

You embrace me.

 

 

Lord I want to be done

But I have no reason for such a want

My inner thoughts fight the truths you try to ingrain

 

Lord I want to be done

Purify my thoughts

Make me done with the lies

Done with the sorrow

Done with the pain

 

Lord I ultimately want to be ready

Ready for your grace

Ready for your blessings

Ready for your inexpressible joy

Ready for your calling

Lord I want to be ready.

This poem is about: 
Me

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