Lani's Blog

Unfinished

I was feeling fragile,


teetering toward a fall,


when I cried to the Lord.


Why me?





Why all this trouble


for a cracked and empty soul?


And the answer came.





Why not all this trouble


for a heart healed


by My blood


and filled with My Spirit?





What more do you need?


but to realize,


though you teeter,


I will not let you fall.











I’ve been tinkering with this poem for a few months. It feels unfinished, undone. But then that may be the point.