Streams of Comfort

I wrote this poem during a time when I was angry at someone close to me. It was an anger that I kept storing in my heart and eventually it began weighing on me. I wanted revenge on this other person for making me feel this way, while they seemed fine. This poem came when I finally gave it to God. Instead of attacking the person verbally or physically, I chose to give to Jesus. Years later, I know it was the right choice. I did confront the person. We talked about the situation. My goal wasn’t revenge or making them hurt as I did. Rather, it was to gain clarity and forgiveness. And that was so much better. God calls us to leave the vengeance to him and choose love and forgiveness. Though it may not seem like the best choice in the heat of the moment, it is better for our hearts in the span of eternity.

Out of the darkness blooms a seed of grace.
Nothing compares to finally desiring light,
Only to find that it was always there.
Oh pain that reeks of everlasting chains,
Set me free because I finally want to be.
It was a choice, always, to choose light and freedom.
Only I’m now shaking off the fog of revenge. Of loneliness that made me tug on your heartstrings.
Until you were a weapon that could be yielded to break my own heart, the other end of the string.
At the bottom of myself, I rise.
Given wings of light and love.
Only now I shake you off, you rusted chain.
And fly to the endless light.
Alice R