Do I know?
Faceted life of experiences.
Some remembered and some forgotten.
Some uncovered.
Like a blanket of snow melted off the grass.
What will it expose?
Green with growth, or brown with death.
Can I except it or hide from shame; like the beginnings
of humanity?
Am I what I was shaped to be?
Intricately weaved and positioned to receive,
that which i may never remember?
Feelings true or imagined....
Why do I have the thoughts I have and not understand?
Is there something more that I know not?
Patterns and layers upon layers,
To shape what and who I am...
It is ALL good.
do what I may, to please and give glory
to the One who called me to be His own.
I try in my own strength, and fail.
Lay it down, surrender, to the perplexities of life
that take me on a journey,
turbulent,
but strong.
Refined and polished.
Gleaming.
Be ye holy, for I AM holy.
Startled and home.
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