Aug 272015

Weak as I am the emotions run strong, often ruling with an iron fist that I can’t evade, escape.
Maybe I don’t want to. Held here by the fear of the past even though handing it to God sounds easy.
Who are you? Who am I? What am I supposed to do?
Forgiving those who’ve trespassed against me, and trusting the world are two different things.
All life is bigger, bigger than you, and I said too much.
And that’s me in the corner losing my religion –while growing my faith.
‘Here I am before you, falling in love and seeking Your truth
Knowing that Your perfect grace has brought me to this place
Because of You I freely live, my life to You, oh God, I give
So I stand before you God
I lift my voice because You set me free
So I shout out your name, from the rooftops I proclaim – I am Yours, I am Yours!’
That’s me in the corner. Sorry I am bad. Please don’t go away.
Doubts dart frantically through the broken night’s sky.
Dream. Cheat. You let me down. Six feet underground. I might as well.
Have a little fun. Do all the things you do. Inspire. Carry on. Have you ever?
Breaking things we can’t repair. None of us will take the blame.
Will the running river reflect me as the shadow of death or will the light hidden deep in my soul shine bright?
Old. Grandmotherly, mischievous, the undead. Shadows follow everywhere I go. Feelings of unease, displeased. How do I know?
The Father, Son and Holy Ghost.
Casting demons out and running the Legion over the edge.
Why pick on me? My friends? Please don’t take him even though you can.
The Northern Lights dancing in the darkened evening sky
Domed around me begging me to dance with them in return.
And like every day, God paints the sky just for me.
One with the earth, the heavens and everything between.

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  7 Responses to “When Mischief Comes Around”

  1. Beautful, Marissa! These last few words sum up your poetry beautifully…And like every day, God paints the sky just for me. One with the earth, the heavens and everything between.

    I am blessed by these images you painted for us tonight! Weekend blessings!

    • Thank you Mary, you are always so sweet in commenting!! I appreciate that you can read through the sadness and pain that is often in my words and see my heart for the Lord!!

  2. Such beauty in your poetry, Marisa. Your words are so descriptive. Keep on keepin’ on, friend.

    • Thank you Lynette! Poetry has been the way I have exposed my soul since I was very young. When words don’t form sentences or paragraphs they form poetry, often full of pain and hurt and hope. I have learned to embrace my writing in whatever way it comes out and to pray that people can see the Light that shines within my soul, no matter how clouded over it appears to be!

  3. Beautiful. Poetic. Truth. Thank you for sharing. Hugs. Susan

  4. great poetry Marissa

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