Poem by Bonita Mills

I will pour my life out like an offering

Nothing much has moved me lately,
And yet I have been moved by so much lately,
Nothing is the same as it ever was before,
And yet I find myself revisiting so much of where I have already been,
Only to find some form of consolidation,
Between the past and present moments,
Only to find that the past locked the door on its way out a long time ago,

I am new, I am new, I am new

Change is changing so rapidly all the time,
That it has become ordinary to experience it,
No fuel left I cried.
No fuel, or so it seemed,
And yet as it seemed, was both false and true all at the same time,
Because it is not I, but Christ.

I will pour my life out like an offering.