1. Pressing me, pressing me, farther and farther.
  2. Teaching me, teaching me, harder and harder.
  3. O how my chambered heart shatters and shatters,
  4. as You profess Your love louder and louder.
  5. “Naught” screams my divided mind, seeking the answer
  6. never to find. Why, O, why cries my be-speckled soul,
  7. as it seeks the meaning from Your exacting toll
  8. Washing over me as the waves, and I the shore.
  9. “At last” I cry, it is You I spy as You chip and sculpt,
  10. carving me, a  jewel
  11. My light’s not dying.
  12. Brightening it is by Your defining.

Published by: writersdream9

I have been writing all my life but for the most part, it has been a secret. My parents did not believe writing was a good way to earn money so I hid my poems. Then one day, I wanted to comment on an essay that a friend had written and found myself with a blog. That quiet whisper inside said, "You can write your poetry and no one will ever know.". I knew nothing of followers and the like at that time. So, here I am trying to learn my craft and enjoying every moment of it. My personal details are, I'm 57, married for 39 years, have one grown son who is God's gift to us and last but not least at all, I'm a Baha'i which basically means that I love all humanity.

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