You are God of the wind and the root,
and I, a flag between the two;
tethered to the Truth,
bowing, blowing, windstrewn.
No roots of my own, but a tangle
Of knot and cord
And strangled
And held secure.
Falling flat, stretching unfurled,
And always clinging to my stake
In the ground, in this world
I pray You remake.
Unyielding in my doubt,
Compliant with each gale
Rippling me throughout.
You who never fail, don’t fail
Never release, nor relent,
Even when I fall,
Even when I fail to repent.
viewingcamelot 
October 10th, 2013 at 4:07 am
The tension here is so taut you can taste it in your throat as you swallow the words. Ohmygoodness my favorite part? Definitely
No roots of my own, but a tangle
Of knot and cord
And strangled
And held secure. <–These words really struck a chord and I could feel their tug of war. 🙂
October 10th, 2013 at 12:41 pm
Wow, you really get me. Thank God you exist David. You’re so creatively insightful, whether you’re reading or writing. Thank you. Thank you.
December 13th, 2013 at 10:11 pm
I am increasingly thankful for your poetry (and you as the author) every time I return to read and reread it. 🙂
December 14th, 2013 at 6:43 am
I’ve never imagined anyone could be thankful for my poems before. It means so much to me that you even read them the first time! Thank you. Thank you so much.
Did you hear Dr. Ganas’ sermon about the colors? The one called The Lord is My Banner? It was very moving.