Pinch Me. Please.
©2016 Susan Noyes Anderson
Perhaps I’ve slipped the bonds of earth too soon,
or maybe I have simply loosed my grip
and orbited, a rather ghastly trip
that leaves me somewhere underneath the moon.
Perhaps I’ve slipped the bonds of earth too soon,
or maybe I have simply loosed my grip
and orbited, a rather ghastly trip
that leaves me somewhere underneath the moon.
Are we not all beggars
before our risen Lord?
In death, all things are lost to us,
save those He hath restored.
When life rears up and strikes me down,
when all the world turns bleak,
I look to God for hope and find
the comfort that I seek.
What is this creature on my chest?
Blue elephant has come to nest.
My lungs are smashed; my heart is crushed.
My whole, wide world in blue is brushed.
Be with me, Father, on this day
when worries steal my peace away.
Watch over ones that I hold dear,
and let them feel thy presence near.
Sometimes I curl my toes
against the tide.
Immovable, I catch
a swell of pride
and ride it nowhere.
Only I hold sway.
No force of nature
spirits me away.
When bleakness reigns, refuse to yield,
for you were meant to sing.
Bow down your head against the storm,
then set your heart on spring.
I’m on hiatus from my life
but not by choice.
Don’t get me wrong, as my kids’ mom,
I have a voice.