Like some fluffy seed
I have been blown from my self rooted station,
To be transported
By the wind of His will…
The Mighty Father, Who carries me
To a new place of planting…
What I knew as certain
What I knew as sure
Has been blown off the course
That I set in motion…
Thinking all along that it was His plan…
And yet here nowI am…
What I knew, I know not…
What I saw, I see not…
Only the breath of His wind is certain…
Whether I float to ethereal heights in blissful sunshine,
Or come slammed down with gale force
Into musty dirt, then trampled…
I know that His breath is my only source
My only hope of rooting
My firmest foundation
Trusting freely in Him alone..
Like flotsam and jetsam of some sunken wreckage,
I await a recovery
And a new planting of His choosing…
That I may once again thrive by the breath of His being, in Him alone…
and trusting, not ever, that of my own….
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About Iris Woytowich
Iris lives in the Canadian prairies and has always loved to write poetry. She writes with a style that is both modern, yet reflecting the everlasting sameness of our great God and Saviour, Jesus Christ. Iris is married with two lovely school aged children, and has been privileged to remain at home during the course of their upbringing. Prior to this, she worked in long term health care. She has attended university where she enjoyed English studies as well as attained a certificate in Health Care Administration. Iris has a lifelong love of the arts where she has participated in dance, visual art, and of course poetry. She enjoys travelling, and also just seeing Christ revealed in everyday situations and occurrences.
iriswo@gmail.com
www.mynucerity.com/freshglow
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