Lyn Caldwell 

require

Oh how my back is scourged with the weight of my responsibility

And even now the whip lies loosely in my hand

To smile and mold

In each ill-fit conversation

Palpitating until anger and spite

Are my constant friends.

But now, oh freedom, I see you!

To be…

Untethered by my own vain imaginations

The weight of my own good intentions

As skin rejoins to muscle

I hear an old refrain

From white-steepled, red-bricked mornings

He has shown you, oh man

What is good

And what He requires

To act justly

To love mercy

And to walk humbly with Him

dim light

There is a dim light on the horizon

But it’s through stretched skin

And burning eyes

And a tired mind

The sunrise skipped straight to grey today

As the sun was obscured by clouds

And the green hints of morning

Were swallowed by the mist

Golden beams of whispered truth

Rise from my tired hands

To pierce my heart and wipe my tears

As I kneel before the Lord of Glory

Somewhere beyond the grey

The sun rises in the east

Someday beyond the mist

A land is filled with shining light

Lyn Caldwell is a Christ-follower, mother of three, and ever-compelled poet, unable to escape the pull on her soul to cry out to God through the written word. Lyn lives in Santa Clarita, California spending her days loving her husband, caring for children, and teaching God's word in local ministry.