Can I Get A Big Amen
The view changes
From way down here
I slipped and fell
On the egg shells
Horizontal view, perspective head in the dirt
Smells fresh
No longer in the clouds
Splayed out on the floor
Floored
By the shift
Get down here
Lower still than you have gone before
Keep bending lower til
You drown in
Pools of grace
Puddled
Purposefully to soften the
Blow
Bubbles and have some
Fun, worry not
You borrow from the unknown
But stay awhile
The view is better than on high
How low can you go
Jesus stooped and bent and crouched
Washed the feet
Meet me here
The view is
What it is
The weather is beautiful
Low, cheek pressed to the cold earth
Wish you were here
We shall rise together, one day
But for now can I get a Hallelujah chorus
Can I get a big amen
A change is comin.
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
And a few things parenthetically, thank you for being here. A journey into poetry and prose is most wonderful with one or two along for the journey. You can jump over to facebook and follow along there. There is a lot going on these days there and on twitter.
I am sharing words and poems and art of others and my own. Come along and join me. The view is poetic.
I think you have to like me on facebook to follow me on facebook. Sorry if that is too strong a term. It is the only choice you have on facebook these days. But wow if you do.
Elizabeth W. Marshall, viewing life through a lens of grace on facebook
elizabeth w. marshall 
already like you 😉
and yes, pools of grace, not on high, but low, lower…
Thank you for bring your joy this way. And thank you for “liking” me. I love that.
Meet me here, the view is what it is. And, yes, we can still shout hallelujah when crouched down low.
Thank you for reading my words. It blesses the socks off of me. So grateful. Hallelujah echoing down the east coast. Amen sista.