Streams of Comfort

This poem examines human nature and how it can be second nature for us to cover the internal difficulties we face. Instead of directly facing them and looking to God for healing. I hope that you are encouraged to rebuild any broken walls in your life and trust God through the process.

I feel like I’m planting a garden on a broken wall.
This imagery might be confusing,
But imagine a wall of red bricks,
With a gaping hole in the middle.
Fallen pieces of brick lay on the ground in various sizes,
And there are small crevices within the bricks that are along the gaping hole.
I know I do not have the skill or the means to fix the wall,
But within those crevices I see an opportunity,
To make the hole pleasing to the eye,
By covering the entire wall and it’s crevices,
With ivy, wisteria, and climbing roses.
They will eventually grow and conceal the hole,
With beautiful shades of deep green, purple, and yellow.
I know that I am not addressing the real issue,
But that’s what we do, right?
We plant gardens on broken walls,
It’s human nature.
The worst part of what I am doing,
Is that when it’s done,
I know I will still see it for what it is,
Despite its concealing beauty.
A wall of broken emotions, feelings, and thoughts,
Ignored and left unhealed,
Through a garden that would have been better planted elsewhere.
And in that moment,
When I cannot help but see the wall for what it truly is,
The realization will set in,
That a broken wall must either be fixed or abandoned,
There is no lasting benefit to planting a garden on a broken wall.
If we wish to preserve the wall,
We must find what broke the wall in the first place,
And who can fix it.
Then after a time of searching,
We will find that God is the only one who has the expertise and means to do so.
So I think I’m going to plant this garden somewhere else,
And look to Jesus to heal and rebuild this wall.