I Recieve
Lord, I feel the yearning for you
And for your preciousness more and more
You are breaking me.
You are breaking my constructs.
Those prison walls that have been “mine” for so long
Old, musty, mold-filled, mossy, thick vines pressing in
Me “safe” within them
Within the darkness of them
I cannot see the Light of you
Until you
BUST ME OUT!
It is not easy.
I fight with my own mind.
You don’t twinge or force.
You bring the Light so easily
Through a crack in the wall
It shines brighter than any imposter.
You reach out a hand to receive.
I make a free will decision.
I say,
I receive I receive I receive
Yes, I receive.
(c) 2023, Nikki Lyn Pugh
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