The Epitome of Love

The Epitome of Love

When your heart is empty and a loved one is gone

the struggle to get your feet on the ground seems so long

When the pillar you stood on is kicked from under your feet

and your body is afflicted and life seems incomplete

When you think joy is back

But you’re faced with attack

Reading makes no sense

It all seems a pretence

When tears flow for reasons confusingly unknown

Could it be from the seeds one has previously sown?

When black becomes grey and white becomes cream

And all you really want to do is scream

When there seems to be no purpose seen

And life feels like “it has already been”

When nothing seems to motivate

And you are numbed in a tranquilized state

He is holding you tight

With all his might

Because he does not want you to lose sight

Yes in your plight

He pleads “please fight”

I am coming to take you home

Some day

John 16:22 So you have sorrow now, but I will see you again and your hearts will rejoice, no one will take your joy from you. RSV

BJD 8 May 2011

The Stranger

Feelings of emptiness

Nothing to give

Present in person

Yet not able to live

Words bounce off pages

Into the air

Like bubbles that float

Bursting into nothing…

Faith at its lowest

Turn around, at its slowest.

Joyful Blue Jay

Enthusiastic spirit

Vibrant soul

Frolicking foal

Go-getter

Jet setter

Now …

A stranger

In real danger.

The stranger left

Taking creativity, initiative and reason

With every ounce of oomph

Why? The question is posed

Where are you?

You.

Yes you.

The one who stood firm when waves came crashing

The one who stood when words came lashing

The one He held when worlds went smashing

The one whom He cradled, when a beloved when dashing.

Where are you?

The encourager is silenced.

Reaching for help with hands that keep slipping

Mustering strength inn an attempt to keep gripping

Yet

In the noise

In the silence

Drowning in numbness

No thought to care

No feeling there

Just nothingness

Nothingness

Nothing

No thing

No

O

And in the O

The stranger…

(written on 23 May 2013)