These are the new blossoms on the mulberry tree Barb planted last summer. It made it through winter!
I have learned this, that courage is chosing not to run away any more.
And to run to something greater than one's own heart.
I wish that I were brave enough
that I might cry out to God
to say I'm not so very tough,
that being hard is just a fraud.
I wish that my veneer would snap
(it truly might be for the best),
that I'd weeping crawl into His lap
and lean my head against His chest.
I wish that I could pour my heart,
free it from its cage of fears
and feel the awesome beauty start,
my cleansing in His flowing tears.
I pray I may be reconciled
to being man enough to be His child.
And now I'm free.
The Five Minute Friday prompt this week is BREAK. Love to take one, but I'll write this first.
I didn't think that I would break,
and I didn't, this is true.
I just decided not to fake
my heart no more, for God nor you.
The nights are getting really rough,
and now I long for every dawn.
That blush of eastern light's enough
to keep my soul keep keeping on,
but I can't do this by myself;
I thought I could, yeah, what a dunce!
I put my pride back on the shelf,
and then I realized at once
that something had happened to me;
once my own slave, I was now free.
Three minutes fifty seconds, rounded up. I can live with it, and live well.
Music from Slim Dusty, with Waltzing Matilda.