Newness

I am filled with a passion and a presence

of something

Entirely the same

Yet completely new.

Like the Ready Brek man

Surrounded on the inside with goodness.

Filled with an impenetrable coating

Of molten, shining red

Iron.

New on the inside

And totally radiant as I embrace this

New

Awareness of life and love, of beauty

Of confidence inside.

I am grace-filled

Love-kissed

Spoiled

In deep unknowable places.

Where only He can – and does –

Touch .

Raw, painful emotion

Healed.

Dull, dead

Nerve-endings

Alive.

Deadness

Gone.

Life

In its place.

Joy seeping

into the

cracks and crevasses

Of my soul.

As if born

Again

I’m becoming new

and newer each

Precious waking

Day.

Exhausted

Exhausted

From the

Constant

Pull.

Reflecting

On

These months

We’ve

All

Shared

In shutdown.

Like a fighter –

Punch

Drunk –

I struggle

To come

To my

Senses and

See

And

feel

How Beaten

We’ve been

By the

Storm

That’s hit us.

Scared and

Jelly-like

I’m terrified by the noise

Of

This passing

Juggernaut.

What has it done

to us?

What can it do?

Can I rise

Up

Again, to stand

And

Face down

This

demonic

Challenge

to all we

Held dear?

Have I understood

the

Challenge

it has

Brought to all

that can

Be

shaken?

Have I learned

The bittersweet lessons

This trial

Has come to

Share?

Will we rise
Together,

Refined?