MY ANXIOUS HEART

be anxious for nothing You said
yet, i lie here worrying about things
not worth my time or Yours

I waste away while
licking religious wounds
nails chewed down to flesh
leaving me left with the taste of
earth and curse, curses laid to rest beneath
mounds of my abandoned past
and still, i keep digging

when will i get tired of digging empty
graves for memory’s sake
stirring up what You’ve already buried
that day i said yes to the better things

why do i persist in devaluing the time You took to
craft my soul from unemployed dust particles to
flesh and bone

You, the Inventor of Flesh,
thought it not a waste to get down
on hands and knees
Holiness kissing earth, and
breathe into my imperfect heap

Love whispered Life into my stillness
body meeting Living Word again
what were the words You breathed?

I AM in love with you

my heart leaps!

From the book THE TRUTH ABOUT LOVE