I’m scared

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I’m scared

I’m scared
of letting go of my
grandiosity.
self-assurance
moves me
impetuously.
Imagination flies me off
the ground.
status puffs me up with fluff.
If I let the Creator take over
His mystery will bring ambivalence.
And so
I’m scared.
 
Did you say: “start to trust him?”
I am not a child.
Or maybe, to Him I am.
Christ  and Sanctifier,
show me the Father.
And the Mother
and the adult child that is me.
Please.
Just for today.

This poem is about: 
Me

Tue, 02/26/2019 – 10:41 written for PowerPoetry– jeannepoland

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