Moses stumbled in his speech,
a cry of I can’t raised before God,
and I relate well to that doubting
demeanor; I carry my own why-not
and not-me reasons, a quiver of debate
strapped to my back, my sharp defenses
pulled taunt and shot from a distance,
but God doesn’t ask for our excuses,
just the humility to trust His power
made perfect in our weakness.
His grace is always enough.
—C.L. Fisher, October 2020
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Poetic Meanderings 