Wednesday, August 3, 2011

grace alone

Photo: the sacred life
Artist Unknown
Sometimes, it amazes me just close to the edge I can get.

Just how much I can wander right along the knife-blade without tipping downward.

forward.

Just how far from the seat of forgiveness I can step before I realize that the ground has since disappeared

i am walking on Grace alone.

Sometimes, I find myself at a loss for how much poetry I dream and then promptly forget upon my waking.

It is a powerful ache to realize just how much this world of chaos, of tears, of sleep-stolen moments and overbooked days has ripped my art from me.

It used to be a poem I breathed...a poem of mercy and love that never ceased but only continued to run and run until the stanzas were breathless with words of Him.

And then I awoke. And I forgot it all again.

And then I remember.

i walk on Grace alone 

that lingers in the day and in the night, in the waking and the sleeping.

i breathe His poem.

all hours. all days.

No more knife blade. No more ripped parchment.

i walk on Grace alone. 


Linking up with Emily: imperfect prose on Thursdays, even though this is a Wednesday.
This may become a weekly song. 



13 comments:

  1. Beautiful words. I love the photo that you chose to go along with this piece. You are a very talented writer. I can't wait to read some of your other posts.

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  2. Wow, seriously well-crafted. And oh, the terror and reward of walking the sharp edge of the blade, so near to the cliff's edge...

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  3. The photo is so dramatic. Your words capture the perceived danger in walking by Grace alone. But, we know we are already saved.

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  4. grace is a beautiful thing indeed...i can relate to the forgetting of poetry as well...lol...oh well i figure it served its purpose...

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  5. stunning, sweet friend. simply stunning.

    (and i'm glad to see you at emily's place. i adore her.)

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  6. your space and words are beautiful. love that quote at the top, too.

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  7. I am a visitor from emily's Imperfect Prose and am in love with the photos in your banner - + your beautifully constructed word pictures!

    I am glad to have "met" you! And another follower of Aslan...

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  8. I am captivated by your words and I feel the similar post. Emerging from a busy life, stripping away all that that does not breath life so that I might have breath for Him.

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  9. wow. this is gorgeous writing friend. truly.

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  10. Dreaming poetry sounds lovely, to walk on grace alone challenging. But both I long for.

    P.S I heart your playlist!

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I look at you and see all the ways a soul can bruise, and I wish I could sink my hands into your flesh and light lanterns along your spine so you know there's nothing but light when I see you. :: Shinji Moon