Looking for Something to Hold

More Than Flesh

Mortality takes

Dying for living as though

We weren’t born to

Die as if we

Don’t die to live

Winded by

Rushing now,

We gasp

To conceive inspiration

And often miss

Vision beyond sight

Language beyond speech

Oh, for still sense

of More

than blurred presence

of more that radiates

unseen

unheard

and more than

flesh.

                    -Me

So let us know, let us press on to know the Lord. His going forth is as certain as the dawn, and He will come to us like the rain, like the spring rain watering the earth.-Hosea 6:3

This blog post is part of a series of writing (May 31-June 2012) by Tammy Fletcher Bergland about holding on and letting go.   tbergland.blogspot.com