Your Time is Now

For this week's guest post, we have a second poem by Melissa Watson of Higginsville, MO. Thanks Melissa!

My heart is beating like a drum

As I sit here in my hard backed pew

I can feel my preacher’s eyes on me

Burning my skin like the flames of a fire

I’m a villein I think to myself

You can’t do it my yourself he yells

And I almost cry out “but who will help”

His voice turns to a whisper, soft as a petal falling to the ground

My heart, now an antelope, leaping with new found hope

There is someone who loves you more than you can know

I feel the goose bumps raise like a sudden storm

Now I feel Jesus knocking on my heart as if it was a door

I hold the waterfall of tears in my eyes

I bow my head low and move my lips silently

The joy erupts like a firecracker and a smile spreads across my face

One single tear slowly rolls down my check like a snail

I look up at my preacher my eyes a pool of water in the sun

He nods knowingly and smiles

He turns to the others, a fresh runner, renewed by my new faith

Your time is now, he says, don’t let it slip away

My time is now I repeat to myself

Vowing to never let this memory fade

Hammer on Anvil '