mid-air: a quadrille

rope. there is

rope nor a glass

nor a hand or
thin twig

hold me up.

my feet dang-

in this period
of forced


static seconds

even the wings
of a



someone press

the play


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The best thing about writing is it helps me make sense of my heart. This poem I wrote as it flows through me and in me tonight showed me how I really feel at the moment. I am indeed in a “forced pause” filled with too much “static seconds”. It is difficult and my OCD-self itches to control things, which is why God is again teaching me to let go. Be still. Know He is in control.

23 thoughts on “mid-air: a quadrille”

  1. Wonderful writing…and I so get you about the ‘forced pauses’ in life, how frustrating it is to let go and trust God’s Powerful Love and Sovereignty. We know HE is Able, but we want Him to hurry up and fix things! Often I need to remind myself to be Grateful…to Worship Him instead on “murmuring” (loudly).💙

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    1. Oh this comment came at the right time. You described it perfectly, sister. “We know HE is Able, but we want Him to hurry up and fix things!”

      I’ve read somewhere that as we wait for Him to open the door, let’s worship in the hallway. Praise loudly it is.

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