Streams of Comfort

In this poem I wanted to talk a little bit about how we often try to deal with comparison. Blaming the uncomfortable and painful emotions we experience on fate. Something completely out of our control. When in reality these circumstances are caused by what we choose to focus on. I pray that the Holy Spirit will guide you this week to look to Jesus and not those around you for purpose and meaning in life.

When we look up into the night sky,
And notice that the stars don’t always align,
Fate becomes our scapegoat.
We place our disappointments onto it,
And cast it away,
Employing Orion to chase after it,
The hunter said to have taken down even the most fearsome beasts.
But Orion, the mighty hunter,
Is just a constellation,
A myth,
And even if Fate were true,
It would never run in the direction we want it to,
So unhappiness and disappointment,
The stars reflected in our eyes,
As we compare ourselves to those around us in the nighttime,
Are not something we can simply cast away.
To free ourselves we must focus on Jesus,
Choosing to look up into the light of day,
While forsaking the myths of the night.