Streams of Comfort

This is another poem that I wrote a few years ago. I find that the imagery of floating balloons, does a great job of explaining how overwhelming and negative thoughts can cause us to drift into dark spaces that are hard to get out of. Thus creating anxious thought patterns. What I have learned is that I must rely on God in those times that I feel like drifting, because he is the one who both calls us to himself and sustains us. I pray that you will follow the prompting of the Holy Spirit to look toward Jesus whenever you begin to drift away within your cares and worries.

If all my worries and cares were balloons,
With their strings tied tightly around my waist,
They would lift me up off the ground into the air,
Where I can no longer be found.
I find myself often floating in the air,
Being softly blown into places in my mind,
That overwhelm me and leave me in a bind.
Of emotions both unreal and true,
That makes it so hard to think about you,
Jesus, my solid ground.
But then, when I think I have drifted too far away,
I feel my balloons begin to sway,
And the wind interrupts my drifting away,
And leads me into a careful descent.
Until my feet again feel the solid ground,
And I know that I remain found.
I then hear your spirit in a gentle whisper
Encourage me to let go of each balloon,
And each balloon I untie from my waist,
The wind swiftly carries away.
At the end I realize,
That the balloons I believed would make me weightless,
Capture me and whisk me away from the solid ground.
The only place that I can remain found.
As time passes, I often forget of my drifting away,
And long to create the feeling of weightlessness again.
So I blow up more balloons to tie around my waist,
And prepare to make a swift ascent.
But the wind observes me carefully and continues to say,
“Let me carry all your cares and worries away.”