On My Knees
by William S Cottringer — Read all 146 poems by William S Cottringer
Our most intimate encounters with God are during our darkest moments of suffering.
Saturday, June 28, 2003
On My Knees
So here I lay,
nothing to say;
Suddenly, yet gradually,
life crumbled around me.
So here I am—
Crushed in spirit,
Abandoned in love,
Stripped of hope.
Mind minced,
heart heavy,
soul scourged;
Much darker than dark.
If I could
I'd will myself away;
But rather I should
learn how to pray?
Is this an opportunity—
to give in and obey?
A time to build character,
accepting what I may?
My question lingers—
Is this life nothing
but eternal being
from where we’re seeing?
My heart begins to melt,
knowing others have felt
this same pain and dread
in their own journey to God.
I guess it’s time to say,
Okay, God—
It’s really your show;
can you help me grow?
Food for thought...Bravo!
Vesna
Thanks for sharing and blessing me the reader.
God Bless You and Your Loved Ones
Officer William Heffner
Sandi