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.