There are some changes that I want to make to the template of this blog, but I'm not always good with change, even when it is a change that I want. This one is also coupled with the fact that I cannot seem to change the header on the neat new template that I downloaded. I converted my test blog to the new template and, although it allows me to add the new header, it keeps the template header there as a background. I don't want that. Good grief. I'll fight with it a while longer, but I may just end up finding a different template that will allow me to use my own header.
Anyway, while I was busy being frustrated about that, I ran across some of my poems from last year. I decided that I would share one with all of you here. Please let me know what you think of it.
The Russian and the Nazarene
The strong Russian in the red vest stares me down with eyes so clear they're dizzying;
I can't stand.
Pulling me in, using my weakness against me, making me fight again a battle long ago won.
How long can I resist?
The Russian rules my waking thoughts, promising comfort within, beyond the sting;
I can't hold on.
Quenching the thirst of my heart while dehydrating my soul, stealing my sanity.
Should I give in?
The gentle Nazarene with the blood stained garments and scarred hands, eyes so full of love,
He stands for me.
Pulling me in, using my weakness to grow me, fighting the battles I'm too weak to win.
He resists for me.
The Nazarene guides me, delivers the comfort promised, and silences the sting,
He holds me.
Quenching my heart, restoring my soul, calming my mind, with living waters,
I surrender to Him.
© 12 January 2012, Suzanne G. McClendon
PS The Russian in this writing has nothing really to do with a Russian, but a Russian product. It is about a battle to avoid a temptation that my family history is neck-deep in. As the stresses get more intense, so must the will to fight this temptation.