Up root me – poem

Allow me to grow and flourish like the daisies that sit in the sun.

I am not saying I have reached perfection and require less of your knowledge,

that I don’t need to lay in your warm nest,

which has molded me into a seed pregnant with ideas and wishes.

You have brought me out into a world,

a world hungry for attention,

and the more I gain access of this grace so abundant,

the inner voice makes a scream that gets louder and louder by the second..

Now if you don’t help me water this need,

how then will i know ,

whats for me and what isn’t?

Am I not victorious like the son of God

who openly displayed a mighty, mighty spirit, in the midst

of oppression he took it all to the cross,

to be a perfect representation,

not perfect at all,

as the wind blew harder and harder on his petals.

I can never achieve without the clapping of your hands

to uproot me.

I can never see the glory of the Lord

in the comfort of your wings

Allow me to flourish like the daisies that sit in the sun.


Rkuipa.

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