Steady Is As She is Known

Steady is as she is known,

As fireflys lighting hedgerows,

Candle-creatures flickering the only knowledge they own,

As bats gathering the night to save the world from bugs and bites,

A greater purpose I cannot know.

 

My mind flashes to my smallness riding on dinosaur Daddy shoulders,

His strong forearms and legs swaying with steadfast strength

Though the earth rumbles

And cries behind closed doors.

Then it is me, near tears, standing over

My infant’s son’s carrier.

How can such tiny eyes stream such steady light,

Telling me he will be with me when I pass into next life?

 

Go on and ask God, “What is to come?” and, “How will I know?”

“Steady as she goes,” is not how a one of us lives,

Truly.

Steady is as she is seen and heard.

 

We are creatures crying out in the dark for food, flying in circles,

Coming home only when our bellies are full.

This poem is part of Five Minute Friday. Join the 5 minute weekly writing challenge this week as we write on the word STEADY. More info here.

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June 23, 2017
  • Tara Ulrich

    Love! I’m so glad I came back and read posts from the week I was gone.

  • Sarah Geringer

    Beautiful job, Christina. I love the picture you paint of your newborn’s eyes–I never considered it that way before. Blessings to you!

  • Beautiful words and images: I love the picture of you riding on “dinosaur Daddy shoulders,” held up by his strength. I want that to be enough: to be held by our Father even when we don’t know the future and can’t be certain of anything else but that He knows us and carries us.

    Jeannie (I’m at #73 in FMF this week)

    • You will find that strength to hold you up. Thanks for your words, Jeannie.

  • Emma Hughes

    “Candle-creatures flickering the only knowledge they own” – stunning imagery! I love, love, love your poetry. It is deep, profound and excites such beautiful concepts and images. You have such a gift xx

  • Marie

    I feel unsettled by your words somehow. As if they touched something buried within me that I’m not quite ready to examine. The Holy Spirit uses your words, my friend. He uses them in His healing work. Of this, I’m sure.

    • Marie! So good to hear from you. Still amazes me how God uses our words. Thank you ever so much for that. So so much.

  • Shauna Blaak

    Oh Christina. How nice it is to have you back in the line-up! I’ve missed your creative perspective on… oh, everything. 🙂
    Loved this: “How can such tiny eyes stream such steady light…” Such precious memories.

    Welcome home, my friend.
    Shauna (over in FMF#51 today)

  • Lisa Renee Milford Brittain

    Christina, I love your poetic view of steady. Thank you for painting a beautiful picture in my imagination. Bless you! Lisa

  • Amy Boyd

    Hi Christina! Thanks for the beautiful poem! You painted such a picture in my mind…I also cannot think of a better job for bats than getting bugs!! I’m super allergic to bites, so I appreciate that thought. And the sweetness of your relationships was so evident. Thanks for sharing.

    • Hi, Amy, sorry you are allergic. Yikes! That would not be fun. Thanks for stopping by!