Christabel McCooey

Steel - Poem by Christabel McCooey

The one who knit me in the womb,
Who counts the hairs upon my head,
Who rests his hands upon my shoulder, warm,
Who breathes in the nape of my neck.

It is into your heart I pour myself,
It is into the current of your purpose that I ride,
Never will I be drawn into fruitless toil,
For a bitter master,
Or marvel at riches hoarded by few.

My resolve is steel.

The magnetism of your gaze, Jesus.
It touches not flesh but soul.

Tracing the contours of greed and pride,
Fear and smallness.
It whispers, 'Hush, all is well'.

The Lord is near,
Feel his smile upon your eyes.

Topic(s) of this poem: faith, jesus

Comments about Steel by Christabel McCooey

  • Rookie - 100 Points Egi David Perdana (11/1/2015 8:26:00 PM)

    the first verse is so touching ^_^ (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 69,573 Points Gajanan Mishra (11/1/2015 7:20:00 PM)

    my rersove is steel, fine. thanks.. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, November 1, 2015

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