My heart walks across the floor
The sound
Mirrors that of the lazy toddler in tow
Going forward he must
Reluctant
Going through the one foot in front of the other
Motions
Because Hope carries on
Moves onward with remembering
Glory
Past faithfulness plus current trials
To the nth degree of wobbly faith
Equals holy hope
Counting the squared marks
Of the past like
Split-legged, one legged
Child-like faith travels down
Hopscotch chalk framed memories
Stories held in each
Shakily, I add up one thousand and one blessings
Of the past
In the folds of memory
But right now
I bank solely on Hope
And remembering alone
I cannot add
Disappointment muddies my math fuzzy
Faint and fadded dots
Seen by a half full form of measuring
Come up
Less than
Don’t connect
James knew and told
Of storms
And Psalms come from
A dragging heart like lazy toddler steps
Obediently pressing on
But his Kingdom Come is at hand
Brilliantly
All adds up to wonderful
Glory be
Faith is the grace-ful ampersand
Connecting
All to Him
Mercy
Grace is the equalizer
And
Slowly
It
All adds up.
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Joining Emily for Imperfect Prose and Jennifer for #tellhisstory
“All adds up to wonderful
Glory be”
I love those lines. {I’m visiting from #TellHisStory}
I am amazed at this process — watching you live life, write the words down as a poet. My friend you are such a poet. Your lines are something to behold, and they bring glory over and over again.