Offering Poem

Here’s a poem I wrote for Big Tent Poetry using a few of their given words and a variation of a given phrase.
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“Our poor heart, with all its ragged edges, is in its very poverty the place God’s presence is perfectly manifested in the world.”- James Finley

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Offering

be with me jesus
i give you
this cowering heart
this one who wounds me
this hurried pace

calm me jesus
i give you
tangles and noise
crumpled paper
dreamless catchers
fruitless ponderings
my pioneer ways

(there is still
the matter of weeping
of wandering
and waiting)

jesus you wake me
here is the heart
that belongs within yours

return me to the tree stump
where you arise and stand
where in this bare simplicity
i awaken to your welcoming

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