He tends his flock like a shepherd:
He gathers the lambs in his arms and carries them close to his heart; he gently leads those that have young. Isaiah 40:11
Gather me up, Scoop me into your arms…
and I don’t care if I fall
no desire to get up again
can barely hear you call…
can I walk this journey after all-
Lift me from the path awhile,
that I might draw strength to carry on,
find my legs again
remember my feet
walk alongside you
close to your bosom,
your heartbeat, to my ear,
keep me close without release,
for I fear this fate unknown
will swallow my soul
leaving a shell-
dwelling place of nothing,
where no-one ever lived
for whom the bell tolls,
nurse me to wholeness,
dress these wounds
to the innermost core of my being.
hungry and thirsty
longing to see your goodness in the land of the living.
I need your gentleness-
to touch my madness,
for I am mad, indeed.
Life leaves me furious, full of madness
that could leave me
barefoot at the brink of
but for grace that takes my place.
“Madness is to think of too many things in succession too fast, or of one thing too exclusively”
“’But I don’t want to go among mad people,’ Alice remarked.
‘Oh, you can’t help that,’ said the Cat. ‘We’re all mad here. I’m mad. You’re mad.’
‘How do you know I’m mad?’ said Alice.
‘You must be,” said the Cat. ‘or you wouldn’t have come here.’”
* I pondered madness and couldn’t resist including these two quotes which outright summed up well, my past few days.*
dVerse w/The Gang
Create With Joy w/Ramona
The Wellspring w/ Laura
Finding Heaven w/Jen
My Daily Walk in His Grace w/Tracy
Imperfect Prose w/ Emily
Tell His Story w/ Jennifer
Scribing the Journey w/ Duane
Intentional Me w/Michelle