Streams of Comfort

The poem this week was inspired by Jonah 2, as well as a time when my closest friend told me that she could feel a “pit” inside me. At the time, I was taken aback, of course. Sure, we had gotten into an argument or two, but ultimately I didn’t feel any different than any other day. Perhaps we carry darkness inside so long that we stop feeling its weight. I realized later on that my choices were not being made with Godly wisdom. I wasn’t praying or asking God for help. Much like Jonah, I thought I could decide better. Friends, I pray that this month we reflect on how much we actually bring to God. We owe Him the very breath we breathe and yet asking Him for the simplest thing or the thing we take for granted can be so difficult sometimes. We have God’s forgiveness for our past mistakes. Let us be led by the Holy Spirit in our day to day.

I wish I could love all the choices I made.
But that’s not in the rules of living.
When regret seems like the river,
Feeding from the waters of guilt.
Imagine a world with infinite choices.
Infinite ways to ruin ones lives.
Or perfect it.
There would be a path where all my rivers are golden.
And one of all black.
Speak to me of heartache in one
And sing me of love in parallel.
Into the future no world knows.
So what’s the point?
There’s a God that knows.
My Father knows my path.
Perfect as the perfector can be
I am held.
Safely in my darkest places
As well as my light ones.
No need for infinite choice
When forgiveness is home.