Stepping Up

Big steps.

Big shoes.

Big shoes to fill.

I slip and slide as I walk up hill.

Step in, slide out, step in again.

I rise and fall until I win.

My feet will grow with every step.

Every mistake I will intercept,

noted in a book for time to pass

so that new success will have longer last.

My time has come,

old shoes, new fit:

comfortable feel, with brand new wit.

I now shall rise above the bar

to greet the twinkle of my star,

and see the things that I shall do

to taste the journey I will pursue.

Intolerance

I am the center of all knots,
packed tightly,

to keep myself together.

I am vulnerable to the constant force applied upon my ends.

I am the liquid that exceeds the rim,

without overflowing.

Like a rubber band,

I am pulled from all sides,

stretched to my maximum capacity

only to condense again.

Eventually the knot will fall flat,

the liquid will spill,

and the rubber band will snap,

like the rage of crying skies

after the clouds have exploded.

Spiritual Disorder

I wake up each day and fail
to take in my Daily Bread.
Then, when I’m at my lowest
I gorge in Your grace.
I’m a free loader, I know.  
I’m sick, but that’s no excuse. We all are
frames of dust 

looking for the next best thing
that will keep us
from crumbling.