I'm Moving On

I'm moving out,
getting rid of stuff
boxing up the junk
throwing out the fluff.

Looking around,
so much that I see
that requires and wants
so much of me.

The movers are coming,
decisions to make . . .
What should I toss?
What should I take?

I battle with things,
that have no meaning
and yet I can't let go
to them ~ I am clinging.

How much of this stuff,
has shut God out?
These things I worship
and can't live without.

I'm moving on,
the movers are here
when all of a sudden
it became real clear.

I look at all the things,
that I made into my idol
and decided all I needed
was to take ~ my Bible!

2 Kings 17:12

King James Version

"For they served idols, whereof the Lord
had said unto them, Ye shall not do this
thing."

This poem was a finalist in the June 2012 poetry contest