Monday, April 10, 2017

Roots Remaining

               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)

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