Sought myself, pursued
with an unbalanced intensity,
earnestness of self-congratulation-
The more I pressed on,
the more ELUSIVE identity became,
grains of golden sand falling through my fingers.
Oddly miserable in my identity labels,
a comforting shawl made with cheesecloth.
He calls me to lay myself down, and
be lost in Him instead of the
person I rooted in the mud to be.