Shifting Ground 2018

Lord, the ground I walked on was
   shifted and loose.
The ground I chose could not
   withstand my sin.

Any solid ground that found
   my feet,
brief moments of faith I
   fleetingly found.

Still, I jumped from one to
   the other,
each rock holding my
   weakened ground.

Dangerous demons were
   all around.
My days were shattered
   and torn.

What I sought nearly
   drowned my soul.
But once again a footing
   I found.

Quiet beaches brought
   me needed peace.
Slippery rocks never far
   from my naked feet.

Colossians 1:23  ...provided that you
persevere in the faith, firmly grounded,
stable, and not shifting from the hope
of the gospel that you heard...

Susan Hebert Ajaz
copyright 09/07/2018
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