I don’t
know what You
want from me; how can
You expect me to fly with my
body so weak? So Preoccupied? So limiting?
just standing & walking most times
take all my effort,
all my will.
And yet …
Lord,
Perhaps
You don’t expect me
To fly. You did not give me wings.
You gave me two legs & a sense of rightness when I
Stand. Perhaps all you want for me
Is to walk, not run.
Just one foot,
Another.
Walk.
April 18, 2011
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