Posted by Naomi Vacaro on

A Poem
Jordan Sparnroft

It calls my name
It’s easier to
not care
not love
To think of self
To sleep
To put it all on a shelf 

I’m tangled in the motions
In the knot of self
Forgetting The One
Who set it all into motion

Then I hear You whisper 
Wake up. Fight.”
All the while it tells me,
“What’s it all for?”
“You’re not even fighting right.”

My fight is weak. 
“Just show up.”
You speak.  

Open my eyelids 
Wake up my brain
Strengthen my hands
Fix what is lame 
And the muscle in my chest

Bring me low 
It’s there where I’m best

  Jordan Sparnroft lives in historic central Virginia with her husband and daughter. She is a first-grade teacher at a Christian school, and loves early mornings and spending time with her family.
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  • Beautiful, Jordan! I’m thankful his love doesn’t dwindle when my feelings do too! You’re amazing!

    Anne on

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