Premeditated Posturing


Nothin’ like my wretched to bring out yours.

And you may mind me saying,

But there’s nothin’ like your wretched to bring out mine.

I know you’re not trying to NOT know me,

But you’re not trying TO either.

It’s hard to hug so much premeditated posturing,

And I’m sorry I walk away disappointed in you.

I don’t know why.

Your refusal to know me

Is just another reflection of my own ugliness.

This isn’t all there is.

Praise His Name –

This isn’t all there is.

Bear with me,

I’ll bear with you and

Shed this outgrown itchy skin

For a fresh one

That gleams and shines

‘Neath the light.

Inviting, welcoming,

Ready and new for receiving all you offer, it’s

Impermeable to stings and scratches.

Forgive my absorption of your ugliness:

– please disregard it –

As if I didn’t have my own to be rid of,

I’ve gone and lazily let yours ooze through.

Like so much poison all our transgressions

May mingle and choke out the healthy

If we’re not careful.

I know better.

A better way

An excellent way

A less garment-like way;

One that doesn’t have to be changed nor shed

One that is rooted in – Who is – love and righteousness.

Who never tires, nor offends, nor spoils.

Who extends love to a thousand generations.

Make us so, Lord.

Forgive these petty (though still dire) offenses,

Be our love and

Thank You for Yours.

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2 thoughts on “Premeditated Posturing

  1. Do you think like this, the way I think in pictures?
    Does your thought train follow this beautiful rhythm?
    I can see it flowing out.
    Like on tracks.
    Pretty!
    Is this a glimpse into the mind of Amy?
    Lucky me to read it!

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    1. I do, and it does. I’m grateful for you to have a glimpse and grateful for your willingness to glimpse it! When you told me of your hesitancy towards poetry I was anxious to disclaim the train as poetry… I’m always a little unsure as to whether it qualifies. I think I like train better. (Rabbit trail? Grinding gear shifting, as my husband calls it?) no matter. As long as it ends up back at HIM. Love you, friend. Thanks for giving it a look and for taking the time to respond. Made me ever so happy and encouraged this morning after I had just prayed for discernment as to whether or not to keep writing in this way. You showed up and gave me verbal hug. I just love you both to pieces. You. Him. The Him in you. Keep up the good work and thanks for sharing it with me!

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