Child of the Word

Child of the Word Feb 2013

Healing

Did you hear that?
It was the sound of my heart
Unbreaking

I never thought
This day would come. . . .

Surprise!

Child of the Word Feb 2013

Courage

Courage
My soul, courage
Be not afraid

To speak your heart
To one whom you love

Be not afraid
To tell him you care
That you fear for him
Fear that his heart is broken
And the things that he does
Keeps it so

Courage my soul

Child of the Word Feb 2013

Thirst

My soul thirsts for him
Whoever he is
I want him with me
I want him in my life
I want him so much my heart
Is almost breaking

I do not know
His name, nor his face
I do not yet know
Who exactly it is
I'm waiting for

And so I watch
And I wait
And I hope for
That someday

When I get to meet him face to face
To know him as the one for whom I wait

Until then
My soul will thirst

Child of the Word Feb 2013

Lifeblood

It is like water
It flows through my nervous system
From my brain to my fingers
And out on the page

For years
I have gone thirsty
Not realizing
What it was that I was longing for

Than
I found it again
The water

And realized
I was parched with thirst
And I drank and drank and drank
And the water flowed through me and onto the page
These words are my lifeblood

I wonder
If
Perhaps
These words
These poems

Are not in fact
Water nor blood
But my drug

But than I realize
That the words that flow out onto the page
Do not numb
Nor allow me to escape
Like drugs do

Instead
These words
These precious words
Let me face myself on the page
Let me understand myself
Let me know myself
Let me live
Truly live

They are
The air are my spirit breaths
The water it drinks
And it is the lifeblood
Of my soul

Child of the Word Feb 2013

Do you see what I see?

Do you see what I see?
Do you see the children in the streets?
Living on the streets
With no father or mother?

Do you see what I see?
Do you see the poverty and hunger and illness
Rampant
And the people, not Westerners, but the fellow countrymen
And women
In India and Congo and Uganda and Afghanistan
That work to put an end
To the injustice

Do you see the what I see?
The world
With glimpses of its entirety
Beyond the shallow bubble of existence
In a land of milk and honey and comfort
That hides its own injustices
In a closet where nobody wants to look
And everyone knows of
But almost everyone ignores

And in amongst that hypocrisy
Do you see the people
Speaking out
And fighting for you to see
What they see

Do you see the people
Reaching out to those in need
In their families and their communities
Out of compassion
People who understand
Really understand
What it is to love

Because they choose love
In the face of apathy
Ignorance
Materialism
and Individualism

That is what I see
When I look outside my window

Is this what you see?

Child of the Word Feb 2013

Meaning?

Meaning
        Do we even know
                       What that is?

We look for it
        Search for it
                    But was it?
                            Will we know when find it?

Will we ever get there? Or will we

Constantly

             Find
                            ourselves

                                                        being

Pulled back.
Halted.
Before we find
Whatever "it" is
That we are looking for.

                                                                     Wait

                                                          What if meaning
                                                                        Has little to do with what it is
                                                                                                      And more to do
                                                                                                              With the journey
                                                                                                                             Of searching for it
                                                                                                                                              And if it is. . .
So what?

We will never attain it?

If so, is there any point to looking in the first place?

                                                                     What if

                                                                                                     The journey itself

                                                                                                                         Is the meaning?

Child of the Word Feb 2013

The Broken

Look at the broken
They are a reflection of you
For you too are broken

Look in the mirror
Look at yourself honestly
And you will see

In that brokenness
There is a beauty that comes with it
That partners with it

To make us new

*Inspired by the quote by John Havner: "God uses broken things. It takes broken soil to produce a crop, broken clouds to give rain, broken grain to give bread, broken bread to give strength. It is the broken alabaster box that gives forth perfume."