Streams of Comfort

I don’t remember the precise moment when clarity came. Maybe when I was praying out of desperation. For a long time, I suffered under delusions that the life I was living was good and right. I ignored the warnings from God and those around me even when I felt conviction stirring. I thank God that I had community and family to pray for me during those times. This poem is born out of my new perspective as I look back at some dark times in my past. God stayed faithful to me even though I was not faithful to Him. Praise God for He is making all things new, including all of us. I hope this poem brings you peace for you and your loved ones.

Your hand in mine

Makes for a wonderful tether.

Nothing more human than holding.

Holding onto the things that hurt.

Hurting the things that we love.

Loving the things that hurt. 

Alone in temporary hold

Not fit for others’ light.

I smile in the sea of my darkness.

Somewhere in current,

I said enough. 

To halt the cycle of pain. 

I gazed at a better path. 

I was fighting to enjoy the things that are not

in my reality. 

Struggling to hold fast to the things that are.

Will I make it to the other side? 

Where your smile is my anchor. 

Your joy my delight.

Wrapped in mountains that calm my heart

Surrounded by infinite hope.

I pray that for our future.

Alice R.