Broken Poetry

Fire and Glory
©1/9/07 Hannah Muonio
Zechariah 2:5

Wrong turns lead far down crumbling paths
Pride makes recovery take all the more
Choices not to be taken back
Memories too memorable to forget
Realizations too painful not to realize
And yet I am
still standing spite the heaping stones
and shattered wreckage of life’s mistakes
Rolls through my mind these words
“I will be a wall of fire around her and the Glory in her midst”

What strength lifts head above surroundings
and shoulders slouched neath weighty sin
Holds firm legs wishing to collapse for ease
and spine vanished
What power can uphold this tarnished mass
And yet I am
looking over heads of enemies
and holding out hand with steady palm
Rolls cross my heart these words
“I will be a wall of fire around her and the Glory in her midst”

Should it not be pits of despair I rest in
a hopeless dark I stumble through
a broken bed I thrash as not to rest
Should not my fallen state steal joy and peace
and all things good from neath my feet
And yet I am
upheld with calm mid stormy gusts
and deep delight fills overflowing from within
Rolls round and through my being these words
“I will be a wall of fire around her and the Glory in her midst”

For declares my Lord, “A wall of fire I will be
around her
In the midst of her I will be
the Glory”