Saturday, December 27, 2008

At His feet

I'm late
A chair on the edge
I sit
On the outskirts
Longing to be on the inside
A spot in the center
By the coffee table
What will they think
I stay in my seat
Longing to be at Your feet
Wishing I'd thrown the thoughts aside
Pushed through
Moved in
And sat
In the center
At Your feet


  1. I like the poem. You have a real talent there! From you fellow Essentials friend :-)

  2. Thanks for your comment, Eloise. Looking forward to getting to know my fellow e*b classmates....such a large, diverse group. It's great!