My God, My Muse

 

There are moments in our journey with God that words can barely touch..

yet somehow, poetry reaches there.

This piece is one of those moments.

A quiet offering from the place I often find myself:

kneeling, remembering, and being held.

This is my heart’s whisper to the One who inspires me.

My God. My Muse.

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I wish I could send my love to You,

as I reminisce each day

on how exceptional Your grace has been.

Where I kneel, I find peace..

the kind the world cannot give.

I find love..

pure, untainted, not tied to conditions or expectations.

I find comfort..

free of jealousy, hatred, and unrequited longing.

When I walk, I bask in Your glory.

Despite my flaws, You embraced me without fury.

You are my Muse..

the One I hold dear.

Sometimes, I feel You near,

around me, with me.

There were nights when I spoke with You,

imagined our conversations,

and held onto those sacred pictures in my mind.

Your mercy has found me worthy,

and Your grace remains ever sufficient.

Chim Oma (my good God),

Don’t let go of my hand.

Love me nonetheless.

I am only human.

Look beyond my faults..

and hold me close.

From this kneeling place,

I feel the warmth of Your presence,

reassuring me again and again.

This kneeling place isn’t just a posture.

It’s where grace finds me again and again.

Where inspiration isn’t forced, it flows.

Where I meet God, not just as Lord…

but as my Muse.

If these words stirred something in you,

stay a little longer.

There are more letters still to come.

🕊️ With heart,

HerMixedMuse

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