Alive

Romans 15:30 

30 Now I beg you, brethren, through the Lord Jesus Christ, and through the love of the Spirit, that you strive together with me in prayers to God for me,

 

 

I must be alive and well ... because I have many feelings.

One moment I am crying and the next I have great peace.

The uncertain acting flustered ... because it lost attention

but it regains strength ... when it knocks me to my knees.

 

A good place to be ... when you’re weak and defeated

and the only place to rest ... when you can’t sleep at all.

The older you get ... the more you start hurting

in that position of discomfort ... lack of practice after all?

 

Jan Wienen

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My community

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