Running in Place

It’s like a bad dream–
footfalls repeating their pattern
on the same path
going nowhere.

There is no danger,
yet you flee
in the wrong direction
away from the One
who will bring rest
refreshing, renewing.

Listening instead to the old, lying voices
keeping you from freedom
telling you another way
this way
any way
but the Only Way,

when all the time
He’s waiting there
at the end of the trail,
arms outstretched
to receive your frame,
bringing release from
the unnecessary flight
saying to you with joy, 
You’re home.

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  • Laurie Collett

    Beautiful post, Jody! May we always hear His voice and follow His way, and tune out the world's voices that would lead us astray.

  • Jody Lee Collins

    Karin, I actually had someone else in mind when I wrote this…someone not walking towards God at the moment. It was kind of like a prayer poem.

    this was a sweet thought, though, and an even better prayer–that she/we all 'hear only His heartbeat.'

    Thank you.

  • Jody Lee Collins

    here's what's funny……I had a family member in mind when I wrote this, who's not exactly walking with God. Yesterday was her birthday and I wrote this for her.
    But it can be a 'welcome home' poem, too.

  • HisFireFly

    Knowing that He's waiting, always waiting, carries me

    praying that the lying voices grow silent and you hear only His heartbeat…

  • Kath

    Oh the blessing of knowing we are home. Yes.

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