|Author:||Nola||Published:||about 3 years ago|
|Tags:||Christian, acrostics, poetry||Category:||Poetry|
Delight is a fragile thing; you keep
yourself for its touch and it fades
in broken instants of longing;
the unanswered hopes flailing, cascading.
Lord, how long? His love
and faithfulness are sure.
He hears my prayer, but is it His
will? Would it please him to
give me what I ask?
You know the tears lining my nights,
the embers about to be snuffed out. My
desires are in your hands, I give
of myself. Make my thoughts bend to
your ways, for only then will my
heart see your promises fulfilled.
© Nola Passmore
(Published in All Creation Sings Vol 1: Psalms of Everyday Christians, compiled by R. Manners & A. Paskins, Wombat Books, 2010, p. 56)
Note: If you read just the first word of each line, they spell out the verse. For more information, see the post Poetic Forms Part 3: Fun with Forms.