When I vacuum, I sing
worship songs, praises to God, wishes
for another life, a life that won’t fall
apart with every turn, every look,
every glance in another direction.
A better life. I sing for mercy,
for love that swells, swirls the heart
until it bursts, leaving me a fragment
of who I was, who I am, a flame
of who I will be. With the rumble,
all I have to do is sing.
Katelyn,
I think that this is an excellent poem. Interesting combination: singing and vacuuming. To me, it reflects finding hope and inspiration while we go about our ordinary, daily lives. I like the line breaks. They create an effective rhythm.
I love this one! Hope in the mundane routines for a world that will be so much better when we sing with rather than to our great God almighty!