My higher power makes magic, right in front of me out of whatβs inside of me. As I am made in his image. Sometimes I am too self absorbed to see or believe. I question every good thing, with, are you sure this is for me? I am sincerely wondering if heβs finally tired of performing miracles of magic within me. Because to be fair, I am exhausted, and he’s the one thatβs been carrying me. Iβm the person who questions everything, even if I know it all works out eventually. And it does, but not because of me. Though I may be his biggest pain so, I know heβs somewhere throwing his arms up because of me. Still loves me. Anyone else wouldβve given up on me. But he shows up for me. Though sometimes I would love to believe that I too have magic, and Iβm not just a measly human being. But I am , and I forget that GOD complex is easy for me to slip back into and play make believe. I have to learn to be a willing audience member when it comes to him performing magic, while using me. Without questioning, are you sure this was meant for me? Because obviously there has to be something bigger than me, otherwise how the heck am I still waking up daily. Itβs this unspoken faith that he has given me and the many opportunities to see. I am aware, and practicing the act of not worrying. I truly believe, my higher power provides as he knows all my needs. I am now only practicing the human role assigned to me.
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