with all the fire bursting within?
will it make sense?
will anyone listen?
with all the rockets,
fading,
with all the roar and wild and the wind
roaring here, in my roaring heart,
in the boat in this storm of a mind,
rocked,
this rocket ship,
will it fade?
Where will it go?
I am fire
I am burning,
not in passion but in thoughts
riling and riding my mind like a bull,
like a the storm that made the disciples run amok
here and there, screaming, at the edge of losing their lives
and Jesus is sleeping.
hasn't taught me how,
or I haven't learned yet.
That's probably it.
The art of resting
in the midst of the thunder,
lying in bed as the sky cracks and breaks into pieces
the art of slumber, of peace, of contentedness and gratefulness
is an art I need.
Jul 20, 2018
Jul 20, 2018 at 9:12 PM UTC
with all the fire bursting within?
will it make sense?
will anyone listen?
with all the rockets,
fading,
with all the roar and wild and the wind
roaring here, in my roaring heart,
in the boat in this storm of a mind,
rocked,
this rocket ship,
will it fade?
Where will it go?
I am fire
I am burning,
not in passion but in thoughts
riling and riding my mind like a bull,
like a the storm that made the disciples run amok
here and there, screaming, at the edge of losing their lives
and Jesus is sleeping.
hasn't taught me how,
or I haven't learned yet.
That's probably it.
The art of resting
in the midst of the thunder,
lying in bed as the sky cracks and breaks into pieces
the art of slumber, of peace, of contentedness and gratefulness
is an art I need.
