Streams of Comfort

When you have nothing to say, sometimes you just freeze. The world becomes clear somehow. And it’s in those moments that you look back and think to yourself how did I get to where I am and where am I going? We’ve been talking about family this month and while that is an important concept in of itself, we don’t always talk about how we interact with each other. Simply sharing blood doesn’t mean that you automatically know all the right things to say. In the Bible, God talks about how we should treat each other specifically using language that relates to family. That we should love our brothers and honor our father and mother, but that doesn’t always come easily and I guess it’s not supposed to. We have to learn to be with each other, to love each other, despite the circumstances, despite the enemy, despite all the things that threaten to tear us apart. And so this poem is borne from trying to understand what that connection should be like ideally. I hope as we approach Thanksgiving, we can think about how we talk to one another, how we show love to one another and really dig into what God has in store for our relationships.

Walking down the street
The pale light of dawn beckons
For us to find peace
In the repetition.
So that when day begins anew
With shallow light, we don’t see
What bruises are leftover from the shadows
In the wars, we fought.
Tongue tied with no remorse
We scream in silence with fear
Of waking each other
In the other world.
Who should I find but you
Building up from the shallow ground
Eating the dark soil
In place of me
Woke up finally from this night
No remorse and tongue tied
For you who found me
Sitting on a street.