So Distant

I can not conjure up any inspiration for some reason,
Am I feeling lyrically dry or is it the beginning of a new season,
Why are words not gelling like they usually do with such ease,
I look up to the Lord of Hosts and request with a smile and please.

God, I walk yet feel lame.
I preach yet feel unpractised.
I sing yet feel grey.
I partake yet I feel disengaged.

But ignorant I fail to recall it’s not the Lord of the earth,
It’s something in my closet that was with me since birth,
The distance is just an illusion that needs remission,
Or is it a reality that has become blurry in my spiritual vision.

God, I speak yet I feel so mute.
I greet yet I feel void.
I listen and watch yet feel deaf and blind.
I read and write yet feel foolish.

Opportunity pulls me to her side screeching in my head,
Summoning ways of going alone and living life instead,
I devise not to pray or call for His advice,
Maybe I’ll find Him, once, twice or even thrice.

God, I trust yet feel solitary.
I fear not yet fear.
I labour yet feel idle.
I obey little yet feel disobedient.

I conclude it’s not Him, but something in me that keeps me distant,
I’ve lost Him, not the other way around; maybe I need to be more vigilant,
Something in me so deep that needs to be re-inspired, re-animated, re-fired,
I’m sorry God, I can’t help it; I feel so distant.

Inspired by God
Written by Vic

Category: Poetry