Partying with the Five Minute Friday crowd tonight. The gracious Kate invites us to: tell.
My heart with sharper edge does beat
Soothed no longer with medicine’s treat;
I bleed these aches onto the page,
Hoping for the end of –
Undefined and ever-present longing.
Joy and despair, despair and joy,
Treating my mind as plaything, toy.
Stretching, burning, turning,
Depths and heights and all between.
Needing help for every step.
My Lord, my God, be by my side,
Catch each tear – shed and uncried
I don’t often share my poetry. For some reason, I find it a more vulnerable form of writing. Rawer, somehow. But given all the discussion about mental illness this week, this is what I have to tell. Brightness and darkness exist in the same day – in the same person. It hurts. It’s confusing. It feels like walking through thick molasses.
Yet God is there. He gives me exactly what I need, often before I even know I need it. He collects my tears (Psalm 56:8). He teaches me how to live (John 10:10). He is the steady, sure and unchanging One.
That is enough.