There I was…

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There I was,
a tarnished piece of nothingness,
just another fowl crumb of an existence,
with all the potential of a rain gutter,
yet still, you chose me.

You unearthed my shameful soul
and held me lovingly in the palm of your hand.
Then, after peeling away mounds of corroded debris,
I was no longer a piece of blackened chaff.

Instead, I became your prized gem,
an anomaly I hadn’t foreseen.
And your sovereign hand still continues,
to unfold each gossamer petal of my potential,
showing the world what real love can do.

© 2020 Michelle Cook


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The enemy’s weapon of choice

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I continue to waste minutes
days…
even years.

Why?
Why do I continue?
And yet here I sit.
Pondering…
More pondering…
Until I’m near to tears.

And all those things ―
the ones the enemy knows
will pierce my heart.

He sends them my way…

Again, why?
Why is this world allowed
to be ruled by such evil?

If I were a god,
I’d do away with all of it.
Does it give pleasure to the almighty,
to see us suffer?

Sharp objects like daggers,
of course they hurt.
But it’s the soft-edged blade,
the one that slips between my ribs,
the one I never even notice
until it’s too late.
This is the enemy’s weapon of choice,
the one that devastates my heart.
And the damage is irreparable.

 

© 2020 Michelle Cook


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A better outlook on life

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When I think about my life
And don’t focus on mankind
I feel such a positive feeling
As I leave the world behind

And I think about the beauty
The things that God has made
And when I give my worries to him
I’m left feeling unafraid

I wish my mind would dwell more
In the places where he resides
For I know I feel most comforted
When he’s standing by my side

But I get lost to a world
Full of rejection and despair
And so I try to fit in
Which doesn’t get me anywhere

But today is a new day
A chance to try again
And maybe this time
I’ll just give everything to him

© 2019 Michelle Cook

Indescribable

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To describe him is an impossible task
He is literally everything
And yet so often
We don’t even recognize him
And I ask myself this…
How can someone be “all”
In every way imaginable
But not be revered as such
Are we that full of ourselves
Consumed by the cosmos
The one that He created
That we choose to disregard him
Without hesitation most days
All because he doesn’t suit
Our desirous and covetous needs
I feel I fail miserably
Right in the front of the One
Who gave me my whole life
What does that say about me
What does that say about any of us?

© 2019 Michelle Cook


* Just as I finished writing this piece this morning, and was reading it out loud to myself, a freak snow storm came out of nowhere, with snowflakes the size of my fists.  I don’t even know how to describe the wave of emotions that washed over me in that moment.  It was truly indescribable.  God always is…

Just…

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Just pray

These are the words I hear you say

 

Just hope

These are words which help me cope

 

Just love

These are the words sent from above

 

Just trust

These are the words I know I must

 

Just live

These are the words I need to give

 

Just try

These are the words which make me sigh

 

Just be

These are the words which set me free

 

Just let go

These are the words I still don’t know

 

© 2018 Michelle Cook


Originally written, January 2017