Streams of Comfort

We don’t always know where our own hearts lie. We lie to ourselves to feel better about the things we do and feel. These past few years, I’ve had to reconcile those parts of me that were falsehoods. Lies I told myself. That brought “peace” in the moment, but destruction and confusion later. Sometimes we’re so afraid of facing the truth and bringing our sins before God that we will trade permanent rest for temporary peace. This poem is inspired by my struggle. Ultimately, God reminded me that his peace is everlasting and complete. He made us from dust and sculpted our souls one by one.

I couldn’t stop dreaming of stars. 

The feeling of wanting to shine bright in the dark was intoxicating. 

Yet, if God wanted me to be a star I would’ve been. 

We say we’re made of star dust but we’re formed of a different dust. 

The kind that sprinkles and rusts in the rain. 

Doesn’t sparkle in dark. 

Struggles to stay in place when wet. 

And it’s hard to come to terms. 

So hard when I want to be shiny. 

I want to shine in other’s lives as well as my own. 

But I’m not that kind of dust.  

I’m dry and hopeful. 

I’m broken and redeemed. 

I’m crumbling and free. 

And I have to remember who I am even when it hurts. 

Leave the stars to shine on their own like God made them to. 

And dig deep into the dust I am.

Made to sprout life and love. 

And trust that peace comes from knowing who sculpts you. 

Alice R, 9/1/25