Small Things – Poem

I lift up my eyes to the hills – where does my help come from? My help comes from the Lord, the Maker of heaven and earth…Psalm 121

Small Things

When the waves of insecurity wash over me
Swamp me, sweep me away
Into the blackness of deep mind
Uncertainty of purpose
Feelings of unworthiness
Inadequacy, having nothing to bring
Nothing to give
Worthless

Sitting alone, doing nothing, taking no risks
Walls hemming me into the
Silence of isolation

I will
Rise up
Rise up
Believe, receive

I will
Stand up
Stand up
Because I perceive

The light has come into the darkness
And the darkness has not overcome it

I will give what I have
Small as it might be
Little fishes, tiny loaves
Can be used by the Master
To achieve whatever he wants
From me

© Shirley Chalmers 2012

Photo by Nigel Chalmers – Mount Bogong, Victoria Australia

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4 comments

  1. Puisi yang indah…., terima kasih telah berbagi Sherley.

    1. Terima kasih Mei. Saya senang anda menikmati puisi. 🙂

  2. Anonymous · · Reply

    I really like this! Vivid and assuring. Blessings.

    1. Thanks for stopping by to read the poem. I am glad you like it. 🙂

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