Sometimes the sorrow feels so real you cannot separate it from your skin.
Sometimes the movement in your soul
violates the peace,
the joy,
the radiance
He longs to display
within all those broken pieces.
Like a warrior
you fight
Hard and strong,
Swift and sure,
Noble and steady
in your aim.
And then there are days,
weeks,
months,
seasons where
the emptiness is too great to carry,
and you hide away,
fragile from the touch of the world,
lost in a sea of faces,
even the beautiful ones that hold you so dear.
The anguish burns away your passion,
your dreams,
your destiny.
Nothing to hold close
Nothing to draw near
to your heart,
your hand,
your cheek.
And there you stay
for awhile,
as sorrow burns pupils
begging to be released
from the torrent of angst that rages inside.
Until rebelliously
one tear
finds its way
down the curve
of your downcast cheek
past the carefully constructed walls
your heart has long held high.
When tears come,
words fall.
When tears come,
prayers spill forth.
When tears come,
peace floods the abandoned corners,
filling every crook and crack,
lifting shame and condemnation from the shoulders of the weary,
splicing pride and comparison with the very sword of truth,
breathing life into marrow
and felicity into dry bones
where dreams seem lost
and promises seem all-but-about-to-come-true.
And there the still small Voice speaks
with groans that flout intelligence
with whispers that quiet the dissonance
with Light that defies the darkness...
May it be well with your soul, My child,
right where you are,
right in this season,
right in this moment.
May it be well with your soul.
"Oh yes, people of Zion, citizens of Jerusalem, your time of tears is over. Cry for help and you’ll find it’s grace and more grace. The moment he hears, he’ll answer. Just as the Master kept you alive during the hard times, he’ll keep your teacher alive and present among you. Your teacher will be right there, local and on the job, urging you on whenever you wander left or right: 'This is the right road. Walk down this road.'”
~Isaiah 30:19-21
Also linking up with these beautiful communities....
Hear it on Sunday, Use it on Monday, Playdates with God,
The Soli Deo Gloria party, and In, On, and Around Monday
and with....
Jennifer, Mary Beth, Ann, Duane, and Heather
and the encouraging communities they have created here on the web.
also with Michelle and Emily at Imperfect Prose.
So thankful for places like these to share our words together...
