5.  The Softness of My Soul

This state of flux

is forever to and fro,

like I'm waiting for a choice

to be made but one never

comes.

It's in that moment that Your

authority hits like bricks,

a starburst through the lining

of my gut, and I know Your

intention was never for me

to sit and wait forever,

but just to sit and wait

for right now.

And then you nod ever

so slightly, giving me

my inheritance–that same

authority rapping against

the gates of hell

and putting into place

all those pieces once

devised to slice

the softness

of my soul.