The voice of a boy,
singing lightly into
the microphone.
Sweet vibrations,
words of low register.
Calming, deep strings.
He looks to the Lord,
calling out for answers.
Prayers are pebbles
tossed into the universe,
producing spherical ripples.
The ripples meet their
intended receivers,
intersecting vibration fields.
To sing is to pour
pebbles into the pond
of the universe, ripples
abound, and zoom away,
off to meet their makers.
Marvel not at the infrastructure.
Wonder not how it works,
rather understand that it does,
and adapt to its processes.
Let it function as it will,
resist not, allow it passage.
When you feel compelled,
set down your hand to block
its flow and rush; break
the tradition it has become.
Do this sparingly,
only when called by
something riding the
wind currents.
For know, that the river
is stronger than you are.
But I am strong as the river,
because I am the river.
Lord help me to be stronger
than myself; help me to
conquer and hogtie myself.
Be my river strength.
Carve my landscape with me.
Leave your mark through me,
and let your mark become mine.
Pull me down to the old ocean.
Pull me down to rest and return.
Collect in me myself.
Employ me, Lord, employ me.
Employ me.
- August 22, 2011
- Julietson
- 3 Comments
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