Distracted by Counterfeit: Broader Parts

Broader Parts

by Sierra ClantonIf it's curiosity that starves me,let it give me hunger pains, andbright wings.Courage to participate,to comprehend thebroader parts of You.The void doesn't have toblock my senses to You.It's a place to fall to,A place to find freedom to,when I one day stop striving for onlymy mere expectation of You.The epitome of my aesthetic cling--waiting, and being burned, andworse still, causing a burning.Don’t You know what goes on in the dark?The untidiness of starved passion?Surely You do.Awed by myself, theaesthetics of my idols, believingthat their sweet iconic taste is all of You.Distracted from needing you,forgetting I am in factfound in You--Eagerness can’t penetrate thevanity that hides You, yetyou confide in me still—am I hearing?Swinging from faith, tonumbness, tofaith, and back again—Always on my own terms, andalways on my way to the other,never belonging.I the weak, and I the weightless,enraptured by surface of “what is,” or "could be,”cannot hold thought of YouOr stay sane at the absenceof comfort— andYou ask me to wait?When my “urgent”isn’t “urgent,” to Youteach me stillness—Overcome by You,inhabited by You,fed by You.Wholly beautiful.To get it, butnot to flench in the face of evil—and yet to believe:Your goodness exceeds my idols.