by Darcie J. Fuqua

Who made me to live this way?
My heart
outside my chest

tears fall as the violinist finishes her solo.
Envious not of the soul
that does not stir

coarse sand sifts through my toes;
I embrace the warmth.

How do I find focus?
In the blur
One only needs to slow to see His details.

My hand rests on his tiny chest.
It rises and falls.
What treasure I’ve received
because of faith;
one only needs to reach for His garment.

Wisdom flows
I trace the fine lines of a weathered hand.
Why am I wearing the jewels of knowledge?
One only needs to ask Him in order to receive.

Laughter, contagious
around my dinner table.
Why am I blessed to thirst no more?
One should learn to drink of His cup.

bounces off the water
bringing light to my dark.
Who am I to walk guided by the lamp?
If only one would stop chasing shadows.

Who am I?
To fathom the unfathomable.
To believe in the inconceivable.
To hear the inaudible.
To witness the unseen.
To feel what cannot be touched.
To recognize the incomprehensible.

These are the things I do not understand.
Yet, I cannot comprehend
not knowing.
Nor being.
Nor loving.

His existence
undeniably evident
unreasonably obvious
overwhelmingly present.

He Is the One
stirring my soul.



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Darcie is from the deep south of Alabama, where she currently resides with her husband, two energetic fun-loving boys, and a dog named Charlie. She loves life sinking her toes in the sand, cuddling with her boys, and having great conversations over a table of good food. Having been fully restored from a tsunami of mental health issues, she can fully attest to the power of our Almighty God. She enjoys writing and telling her non-fiction stories that will make you feel more “normal” about yourself on her blog

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I'm a simple girl who loves words, God, my family and nature. It is my hope to inspire everyone, whether it's with a smile, encouraging words or just a listening ear.

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