by Terri Martin Wilkins
Glittering glacial knife edge of distraction Slicing snipping blighting my yearning to approach boldly in my thunderous need. Parched, gasping in the fractal freefall of the deep, Weary feet churning, thrashing, Tentative toes scratching for a crevice to cling to the Rock, Solidity to anchor the fragility of faith If I can grasp it. Distant reverberations soft with redolence of comfort Smothered by antagonistic static swollen on my tongue, maiming my ears. Fierce imaginings tempt me from peace Always always back into this chaos of incongruity. ‘Be gone, be gone.’ Still, they creep back Secret, sly, insistent on distraction. Skittering skidding off the threshold of devotion Yearning still reaches Humility still trusts Faith grasps covenant. Songs of amazing grace Resonate deep in my bones Metamorphosing the structure Taking away the old Putting on the new While I desperately gasp To be amazed by grace again.
Terri Martin Wilkins is a follower of Jesus Christ, often failing but always relying on grace. She writes to express lament, praise, and the often-difficult struggle to trust God in all things. Her works have previously been published by the Heart of Flesh Literary Journal, Red Letter Christians, and Agape Review.