Line by Line

I write to stay captivated.

and to follow all the things,
how God keeps writing in my margins
as I go
Line by Line
with so much comeback.

My words are how I lavish him back.
My poems are where I overthrow and adore.

Some of these lines come from the last couple years,
when as a single woman and newly found in the Lord
I became obsessed
with God and writing.
I spent years alone with my poems and the Lord—
seeking in my lines—
My poems were where
I could win myself back
from dead-ends and let-downs
and guys who left.
Poems became my Tabernacles
where God could meet me,
could blow faith back in me,
and I started calling for my dreams
as if they could.
Nourishing every glint of promise
that God dropped in me.
And even though my stanzas sometimes
only made it half-way there.
I found return.

I found the Lord next to me
when it felt hard,
I found the Lord
Waiting up with me
in my words.

Line by Line
I went,
until I found this man,
Unlikely and solid
and he started writing too,
also going after the Lord.
And we started tag-teaming,
disarming the let downs
and writing through road-blocks,
We were conquering things at work,
and for the first time
I started to not look back
while I wrote my blog undercover,
I kept tracing the story
and things started to come back
that were stolen.

We were this unlikely duo
and we had this pact,
we made this echo
taming all the lame, unnecessary things ,
this man had become
my confidant
as I started to show him my aliases
And I wanted to be in his corner.

He was the one who noticed me
and my words,
he wanted my words
and took them to heart.
He asked for my words
and they covered him.

It was in this blog I started tracing after God
and I started to believe again.
it’s where I found my man
next to me
wanting to be near me.
I had found my husband in the writing,
We ushered in a new sound together over our life,
and my metaphors became real.

II.

Just a little over a year I am married.
A path finally turned into pasture.

Now I spend my days with my husband,
he makes me feel like a champ
And we are mesmerized by our redo.

The Lord keeps arming me with Misfits
curious ones who are finding come back,
we are finding our pocket again.

I call myself a lioness
I am loyal with girls who are fierce
women who are relentless.

And I write
to stay faithful.