Roots Remaining
In the quiet place
where soul is still
Explore the places
with resistive chill
After all these
years roots yet remain
Believe its gone
just to find I'm the same
Heart aches in truth
of slow transformation
Wonder if will ever
get to blind spot
Internal source,
spring of trauma and pain
Until its drained,
results the same
Oh God I am in
desperate need of You
Invite You in to
touch this place
You are my Source
and well of Living Water
Cleans the pollution
in my well
I choose to
cooperate with You
Align myself with
You
Surrender myself in
this place
Into Your loving
care and arms.
About the
Author: Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and
is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet. (17-087A)
No comments:
Post a Comment