Trip, stumble, fall
languishing
through it all
but –
I call
on your
beneficent omnipotence.
Lord…
I am not unlike a flower –
desirous of the rays –
that irradiation of your grace.
Searching dutifully for your face.
Copyright © 2016 ShunPwrites. All Rights Reserved
Go Ahead and share this, you know you want to...:
Like this:
Like Loading...
Related
Published by Shun P. Writes
Author, Genealogist, Writer, Poet, Pocast Host, possessor of 2 cents, Blogger and eternal student of life, who harbors a firm belief in his Grandmother's mantra that:
"People need to get off of their rump and do something".
All while keeping in mind that a cheering section will often get in the way.
View all posts by Shun P. Writes
Shun P. Writes... dot com 
The plight of one who knows his origins.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Indeed!
LikeLike
Leaning into His grace daily. A humbling experience. Thanks, Shun. Solid thoughts here.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you Dawn, I appreciate you.
LikeLiked by 1 person