face to the ground searching for glass
wanting to bury my head right in that sand
nose in a book searching for God
hiding myself behind the pages
fingers striking the keyboard
writing thoughts with intentionality
how I want to remain hidden
a faceless spirit, a soundless voice
revealing myself
in letters and words alone
alas it cannot be
for I am made to trudge along
in this body- the humble container
for the spirit that longs
to soar beyond facial
expressions and physical
movement
so I will continue on
following His plan
for my life-both in body and spirit
until that glorious day
when I can finally leave the physical
behind to decay in the earth
from which it was made
and my spirit will finally be free
to fly with the angels
