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while I wasn’t looking

I have found a common theme in many of the conversations I’ve had lately: Life is hard right now. Life goes through all kinds of seasons. But for whatever reason, this season is a rough stretch for a lot of people, myself included. The more people I talked to, the more compelled I felt to share something I wrote awhile back. The thing is, we feel so alone when life is rough. Maybe I should switch to the first person here. When life is rough for me, I feel like I’m the only one who’s struggled in that way. It’s as if my circumstances are special in the history of the world. But the truth of it is that everybody, everywhere, at every point in history has rough stretches. That’s why I like the old testament. Look at God’s history of dealing with people. I can’t think of a single person in the bible that we know anything about who didn’t go through significant difficulties in the process of knowing and being used by God. Those weren’t mistakes, or God forgetting how things were supposed to go. And it wasn’t God giving up on anyone. It’s how life works, it’s how God works.

Now, I am not a poet. There’s nothing wrong with poetry, I just never have liked it. That being said, sometimes I write the occasional poem. As a rule, I lock them away where nobody will be able to read them. I don’t care if they’re good or bad, all I care is that nobody ever discovers their merit, or lack thereof. But, like I said, I felt compelled to share this one. Besides, I heard somewhere that it’s national poetry month. Anyway, I wrote it a few weeks ago after listening to a sermon about the life of King David. One last thing, I am definitely not fishing for complements here. Don’t tell me you like it and that I should write more.

Ten Years In Exile

I am not writing
You and I are not communicating at all
Because identity is not important out here
I am simply one weary and desperate human calling out to another in the cold, dark night
It may sound like a shout
Or the last gasp of the drowned
Whatever you hear, I call out to remind you
Everything is finite
Nothing lasts forever, save One
That One is not winter
Nor pain
But as each season marches out from another
So does step follow step follow step
And every phase of our pilgrimage builds upon the last
This is life
Difficult and strong
Delicate and beautiful
And life also is finite
As is death
The land and the sea
And this long, awful slide downward
The agonized sputtering before the final blink
Slowly fading toward oblivion
For this is why my voice calls out across the dark
To tell you that even this coiled descent has an end
This night will turn to morning
And the sun will come out to dry the water from our souls
We are small in this big place
And it’s easy to lose sight of our comfort
So I call just so you might hear the sound
Another out in the gloom
That you will know that you are not alone



2 thoughts on “while I wasn’t looking

  1. -sorry to have to do this but don’t stop now-

    Posted by Janet | 04/06/2011, 4:36 pm
  2. Mission accomplished. Thank you.

    Posted by janahn | 04/06/2011, 6:38 pm

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