Pain

 

 

Why do we have pain?

We do we suffer?

Is it something that we have done?

Are we at fault?

 

All around I see, the earth is full of pain

People turned inside

Numb and afraid,

They are in pain

 

I too am in pain

I too am hurt

Life has dwelt a rough hand

What is there to do?

 

I don’t want to know a reason

I don’t care about purpose

I just want relief

I just want “no pain”

 

Stay with me

Don’t talk me through

Let me share my pain

It’s all that I can do

 

Over thinking

Over think

I tend to do.

Fret and worry

Doubts arise

 

Time to act

Must not choose

Anxious fear

Replacing hope

 

Over think

Too much unknown

Wondering if

Instead of going

 

Dove right in

But slowed by thought

Unable to move

Feet of clay

 

End of day

Little accomplished

Over thought

But missed the peace

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Awe

What is awe?

Is it the same as “being curious”?

Is it like being surprised?

Awe is a mystery.

It is found in children exploring,

Though it hides from adults escaping

 

Why?

For only the daily struggle I see.

Around me flowers bloom.  Clouds roll into odd shapes.

Yet on I trudge -- blind to the world’s treasures

 

To be in awe is experience

Something bigger, something greater

Yet feeling neither small nor defeated

To be in awe is to pause, and reflect

On, how good life can be!

 

To be in awe is to be aware that God is present

That there is a purpose, that there is a plan

It may be a sunset or a rainbow or a simple coincidence

I can ignore or I can stop, look and lose myself

 

And can be in awe.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Dark and Cold

Dark and Cold

Dark and cold: these words describe December. Weather changes into gray miserable days. No wonder there has been winter celebrations since days of old. People need relief from the gloominess.

 

Dark and cold: these words depict for many, their life. Existence has become difficult. With neither money nor friends happiness seems elusive.  People need a relief from their oppression.

 

Dark and cold: these words define our humanity. The world is in disarray. War has become familiar. People need a relief from its conflicts.

 

Yes, we live in a world that is dark and cold.  Our pain is real. We hurt and cry. 

But take comfort. Something is afoot. 

Look a tiny bud is blooming. Hear a happy baby coo. Feel a lighted fire.

 Small things break through.

Suddenly it is not as dark. Suddenly it is not as cold. Suddenly we have found relief.

Darkness. . .

Coldness. . .

Give way to relief --if we look for the small things.