Yours: The Finite Ones

Inspired by Psalm 119:17-24 (oddly enough, though it's kind of a reverse of that passage).

Exhausting ourselves with ourselves we have become both a growing and a dying race
running until our hearts give up beating
reaching until we are tired of attaining nothing
then slowly shrinking back into our true selves
The Finite Ones

Blinding myself with myself,
It is like passing through fog and not seeing Your Face.
Like staring off into space, until my eyes are forced to blink.
Leaping for stars, but constantly bumping my head on the ceiling.
Once again I am reminded of who I am and who I'm not.

Humans? We are strangers on our own planet
We are that growing but rapidly dying race
We make ourselves in charge until our hearts bleed
We try to control the future, yet we never succeed
We put ourselves in chains, then we cry out to be freed.
In weakness we are reminded of who we really are
...and all we really are is Yours.

The Finite Ones.

© 2007 Emily Robinson