Godzebo
Beneath the rolling waves and sweeping sands
Hides a bunker, nestled in the depths
Hard as tempered steel, cold as winter's night
Jonah's refuge from a God who cares.
Cumulative effect of sin and sin and sin
My God, my God, O why have you abandoned me?
He is so far, for I have not moved...
Sin and sin and sin...
Crippling stalagmite of residual self-lust
Pins me down, not sudden, yet immediate
One moment I could bolt, another,
I could not.
Stuck in this bunker, hiding from God...
If I close my eyes, you can't see me!
Sigh. Enough.
You're here for a reason.
Do your thing. Help me.
posted by Doogie at 2:28 a.m.
1 Comments:
Very good. I enjoyed reading this poem over and over. I had searched thru google for a poem about a gazebo, as part of a gift. This is the first good one I have found. I can relate to your description of yourself. Thank you for sharing!
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