The whisperings of the wind
Flutter and surround my being.
I often get caught up in this whirlwind
And sometimes stop thinking.
I stop knowing,
Knowing the truth.
The constant, steady tree with roots.
Roots that go down deep
And spread out wide.
That will always keep
Me still inside.
That flows like a river.
Sometimes the breeze makes me shiver.
I want the truth with deep down roots instead of the wind
making the air increasingly thinned,
all of its noise fills up my ears, with little room left to think or to speak,
I hopelessly feel like I’ll slip because I’m weak.
Those roots, and that river, that steady slow growth,
remind me I’m loved and give oh so much hope.
Father, Please help me!
To remember your truth,
Not forgetting the words that I memorized as a youth.
I pray that I will forget the words of this world,
That strangle and poke at this weak little girl.
May your truth reign in my life and over this earth,
So people may see and know of YOUR worth!
Poem by Ella Stewart