Growing pains

An ache is growing

Inside of my soul

An ache like the pains of growing I’ve known

But this pain is not simple, tendon and bone

‘Tis a desperate thirst after  futures unknown

A hunger is growing

Inside of my soul

I hunger for silence and greatness and cold

I long to be humble and simple and strong

To someday be someone that you maybe want

I strive and I strive to be more than I am

And in this is folly – I think that I can

I curse this hunger, that seeks to compare

That drives to control and dissent and despair

Silence and greatness are present to me

Along with strength and simplicity

The future is full of them only
if now,
I live them

Embrace them

Lord, show me how!

The aches in my bones and my soul are alike

They ask for attention to strain and new life

I ask for Your guidance in hearing them both

In being accepting of “I am enough.”