Streams of Comfort

The narrow path in this poem is inspired by the words of Jesus in Matthew 7:13-14. Along with reading this poem I encourage you to meditate on these verses in Matthew (within its context), and then transform my words below into your own. You may find that you have completely different emotions regarding the narrow gate that Jesus speaks of, and that you only keep a few words the same. You can write your new poem, sentence, or phrase down, or keep it completely in your mind. The only requirement is that you give your words to Jesus when you are done and incline your ear to hear his voice. I pray that God will provide you with clarity and comfort as you share some of your emotions with him.

Can you sing me a beautiful melody to help me grow?
I find it hard sometimes to stretch out towards the sun,
And I must be growing old,
Because the sound of your voice is the only thing I can hear.
I am lonely and distracted,
Nothing seems to matter anymore,
The beautiful buds that I once desired to produce,
I no longer care for.
I want something that will last,
Something that will not wither away in the sunlight,
And I guess that’s why it’s difficult to find that narrow path you spoke of,
The place where eternity and human frailty meet.
My roots have yet to touch it,
Or receive any nutrients from it,
And I am afraid that I cannot stretch out any further,
I am at my limit.
Your voice is all that I have,
But I think I might just be able to follow it towards the light,
If you sing to me a sweet song,
Your voice might just become the narrow path you spoke of.