unstable.

oh 
i am drawn to you
dancing around you
yes your algae friends, i will join them
sitting on your windowsill
i'll give you things
that you can't give yourself

but but but
so fragile
both of us

It's wrong to justify yourself through your goodness, to call yourself safe and sure because you're selfless. Nope, I am not safe or sure, no matter what I do.

I need some help, maker of ocean and sky. I want a force field to protect me, and of course I am impatient to learn what is wisdom, how to care for the unstable without being swirled in and felled. I don't know who to trust to tell me. I still think my doubt knows more than anyone's knowledge.

I once heard someone say that to hold back from loving, in fear, is actually more risky than to risk.
Still: love isn't as simple as discarding the stability others' love has cloaked me with.


oh, i am drawn to you {and is it righteous or warped?}
dancing around you yes your algae friends, i will join them {hopefully}
sitting on your windowsill i'll give you things {sheathed there by faith unless He moves me}
that you can't give yourself {what only He can}