Sunday, September 25, 2011

Random Poetry Found While Packing -- 6


A Poem by Sherrie Kotka 2002

desire dashed upon the rocks of decision
doubt dangling as a not so distant could
discouragement descending as a desert storm

battered and bruised my stride has been broken
burdens to heavy to bear have bended my back
blurred vision and breathless, barely alive

laying as Lazarus, I hear the Lord calling
look, I say, you're too late my life is gone
leaning in close, I can see Him laughing, i learn...

divine deliverance sings like a white dove
detangeling the death chords that had destroyed my life
defiantly free, dancing dangerously

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