By Ann Applegarth - Roswell, New Mexico, USA - 24 May 2015
You created me a child of the sky;
I remain fettered to the baubles of earth.
On a sinuous path of mangled
dreams and promises, opportunities
shunned, and risks skirted, I have begged
for your light -- then done exactly as I pleased.
I have yearned for the touch of your hand --
then shrugged it away; pleaded for
your Holy Spirit -- but not banished
the comforts of the flesh.
You, Lord -- only you -- know a soul's
poverty and the desolation of a heart.
Help me now, in spite of Self,
to set my feet toward You,
to be a pilgrim -- not a tourist --
on the road of life.