Maybe

Poetry

In some ways, I’m covered in my shame

In others, I sit comfortably in it

I’m beautiful and ugly

Holy and a wreck

I have grand visions

To heal the world

Yet, I stand still

Unable to take even the smallest step

I get filled up with love

Then act out on fear

I’m lead to a grand vision of faith

Yet find myself back here

Each day, in little ways

Maybe the tiniest movement will do

Choosing to do things different

Moving me closer to You

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