Unweaving the Complacent Shirt by fire

Unweaving the Complacent Shirt by fire.

I ware  this shirt of complacency

Weaved from the strands of Tepidity

It feels tight around my sincerity to accomplish

The jigsaw puzzle of my existence

My jet rides around the runway

instead of soaring to the heavens above

My feet are planted at the starting point

While other runners are sprinting toward the finish line.

What will it take to move the flimsy limbs to run?

What will it take the tired wings to actually fly?

A fire that burns away my lackadaisicalness

That holds me to the comfort of my armchair.

A fire that burns in the fireplace of my heart and

In the waiting marrow of my bones.

A  fire that burns so hot that it must be

Spit out in deeds of Spirited un-quenchable love

I need to haste as not to waste more

Minutes down the drain of dwindling time

By preparing the hearth to catch the flame

Once it is ready to ignite and light the house on fire.

I try and inch one step closer

To unweaving the Complacent shirt by fire

But keep slipping on the  mud of my fears and self-centered mind

Only to have Grace lift me up by the hand of Mercy and

Move me forward to wearing the new clothes of motivation and enthusiasm

For the gifts and talents that have been sleeping in the attic waiting to

Spring forth to torch all around with the fire of Divine Life.

Writing by Mark Wilson