New Birth
every day is new birth, wet
with infant weakness
so dependent
to eat, breathe, sleep
i am insecure, and conviced
otherwise (i try to survive)
wait on me, o God?
how can i ask such things?
all your patience kills me
help me to suffer in a day
to die every moment
til frail weak and helpless
I AM more of you tomorrow.
“we are truly strong when we cease
to believe in our strength, when
we feel nothing but the weakness
and the limited powers of our spirit.”
-Fenelon
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