“But those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary.; they will walk and not be faint.” Isaiah 40:31
At times, we falter in seeing ourselves the way God sees us. We deny our identity and capacity by remaining static in a world wherein we were meant to soar…perhaps the following poem sums up how you, as I, can easily shut down. In that stillness, listen closely and hear God speak to you.
I close my body up,
Whenever you’re around.
The way you look at me
Makes my eyes hit the ground.
I will not let myself see any reason why you want me.
I’m a fallen angel.
My brain’s a commuter train.
My heart’s a station stop.
Big ideas roll down town,
And then off they drop.
I know it’s okay to be shy, but I feel like I’ve become a lie –
I’m a fallen angel.
All that I want, all I really want is something
More than a sensual sting…
What I want, what I really really want is a spiritual fling.
But oh well,
I’m a fallen angel.
But you say,
“It’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay,
It’s okay.
Turn your eyes towards the sky.”
You again say,
“It’s okay it’s okay, it’s okay,
Open up your wings and fly,
Because you’re an angel, a beautiful angel.”
Reference:s
- Self Portrait; painting by Jamie Wasson 1994
- Jewelry Box; poem by Jamie Wasson 2008
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