“I come to you with my trembling heart in need of your healing grace. Press my palms together, bow my head and kneel until my knees give out. I beg and I plead for your guidance and nurture I have been promised that is there for all your children.
At times it seems like you don’t come. Have I offended you? Have I crossed a line that is never seen? Or are you here giving me the answers I need while I am too blinded by my own inner turmoil to see the joyful path you have chosen for me.
I come to you at my worst and never my best. I pray to you when my faith is the most questionable in my mind, when my soul is lost and unanchored to my divine purpose.
As I press my palms together and bow my head, allow me to surrender to you with all fault. I surrender all my doubt, fear and my pain, I surrender all my negative thoughts and neglectful words I’ve eternally polluted myself with.
Give me ears so that I may hear the message from you when I beg and plead for you to bring guidance, Give me the strength to see past my own blinded sight so I can be delivered to the path you have chosen for me.”
-Marissa Knappert
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Puzzle pieces unknown
Imagine sitting down at a table and looking down at a box that has the simple words “Your life in the making” The amount of pieces are unknown. You grab the corners and shiming the box lid off, you dump out the content and thousands upon thousand of puzzle pieces scatter themselves all over your table. This isn’t your ordinary plain jane puzzle.You look closer and notice something incredible. They show pieces of your life. Some are already showing a specific moment in your life that has happened and others are blank for the ones you have not yet created. As you sit down and start to build it you also notice some pieces are rougher around the edges, battered and worn looking, little torn here and there.You probably already guessed this, this is from the unhappy times. The times there were more bad than good, your gloomier days. You notice some pieces are bright and colorful, in perfect condition..To the touch you feel a blanket of calmness wrap around you, a sense of fulfillment and happiness. All from the days when you shared the most joy from what memories they each represent.
By Marissa Knappert5 years ago in Poets
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