INadequate to keep up with the juggling,
INebriated from lack of sleep, I find I’m
INeffective in changing the world -
INsufficient in even the little things, in spite of my
INtense efforts.
INjuries in hidden places make me
INattentive to the needs around me.
INhibited I am from baring my soul, yet
INdebted beyond repay, I
INtroduce my
INside to the outside again.
INspired to try again, but in desperate need of
INdwelling Presence to
INflame me.
Inspired by The High Calling’s post on catalog poetry and joining in with Mrs. Scribe’s Poetry Slam.
2 comments:
Thanks for your reflections.
IN grace all is redeemed.
Bless you,
Kath
Clever way to do the repetition! :)
So glad you joined us.
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