The Poem that Flees

To see the Summer Sky
Is Poetry, though never in a Book it lie –
True Poems flee –
~ Emily Dickinson, c.1879

Calling the crowd to join his disciples, he said, “Anyone who intends to come with me has to let me lead. You’re not in the driver’s seat; I am. Don’t run from suffering; embrace it. Follow me and I’ll show you how. Self-help is no help at all. Self-sacrifice is the way, my way, to saving yourself, your true self. What good would it do to get everything you want and lose you, the real you? What could you ever trade your soul for?
                                                               ~ Mark 8:34-38
The poem is in that moment where you have earned a longed for goal, honor, achievement.  
It is before the news is shared, a wee seed of light that cannot stop growing. 
The poem is not in hundreds of “likes,” or shares or gone virals.  
You do not own it except in that moment when the credit is given
to the Lord of hosts –
where you share the joy with the One to whom you made the prayer.
Then, and only  then is the poem.
God will share it as God will.
And then, as the sun rises, the glow will wash over all.
Help me Lord, to keep the “I” out of more and put the “You” where it belongs.
Because of Him,

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