the little place in me
where God lives
is pure silver, shining and gleaming
and everything that comes from that place
is pure, shining, gleaming and good
I watch it as it goes out
music, words, interactions, in utter amazement
it is a part of me, apart from me
it is the place where God lives
the rest of me is muck
sloshing with judgment, hate, and dissatisfaction
writhing with fear and blood red emptiness and need
and everything that comes from that place
is mess, frustration, empty
I watch it as it goes out
nagging, gossip, envy, with such sadness and loneliness
it is a part of me
it is me
so how can I get that pure solid silver
to coat and cover the mess within
how can I be more God
and less me
it’s not a task I can complete
nor a mountain I can climb
but it must be done unto me
brought to me in buckets, molten and burning
poured over and within
killing me
it will hurt and I resist
and it’s not if but when
© my little epiphanies Kerry Campbell 2016 all rights reserved
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