Hurricane

You are a hurricane

Blissfully engulfing me in the mercy

you so willingly hold present at any moment.

And here I am, rustling about in the grace You withhold.

With heartstrings attached,

I'll use what little hope I have left to believe that,

maybe I didn't mess up as badly as I thought.

And the hope to never confide

myself against You ever again.

But most of all, the kind of hope I need,

to believe that you can and will keep me safe

from the obscurities one can hold.

I fall. I fumble. I mess up. And I say things that I don't mean.

I'm hopeless. I'm scared. I'm tired.

I'm ready to get rid of the dirt. Just fall.

And let You catch me.