Beneath It All
February 17, 2009
I can feel it.
A rumble beneath it all.
Hidden but somehow understood.
It pulls me. Draws me.
A tightening of the lungs.
A clenching of the throat.
The eyes beginning to water.
It calls to me.
But I have no words to answer.
Am I dreaming?
Have I always dreamed?
Are we anything but dreams?
Is it God
who calls me?
Yes.
Sincerely 
March 4, 2009 at 6:58 pm
Glad to see you posting again!! This poem definitely makes me think of all those fire and water fridays I watched you sitting in the seats battling on the inside. So good to see you living in love with Jesus. ~_^