Flex Our Forearms

Flex Our Forearms

A Poem by Alexa Tarvid

“In his pride the wicked does not seek him;

In his thoughts there is no room for God.” -Psalm 10:4


When we think we know the way,

We Don’t.

When we put our own shovel

To the dirt of the un-walked,

We our leading ourselves

Into the wilderness.


We flex our forearms,

We grunt our strength,

We wave our hand

Like Inman flopping flies,

And say we’ve got it covered,

But we don’t.


Our skull has inflated

And under all the pressure,

Our brain has shrunken,

“There is no room for God.”

© 2011 Alexa Tarvid

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I really liked this Alexa, I agree with the sentiments although I am not great with prayer, I do believe there is a higher power and believe we must find time to reflect on life. I like the biblical feel to "leading ourselves into the wilderness". I believe people are entertaining themselves to death, like this a lot.

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