There are times I feel my world
is pushing into me,
enclosing the open range
of my heart,
the neighboring field festering
with buildings,
tearing out the wild grass,
pinching me with its brick and mortar.
God of the expanse of sky
that stretches on,
release the reigns of my heart
so I may run wild and free,
fully alive, fully open.
May my only enclosure be
Your careful hands brushing
me down at the end of the day,
where I come home panting,
giddy, trembling from the miles
I’ve covered and beauty
of discovering more of You,
the untamed exploration
of learning more of
who I am.
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