I don’t have many answers –
but questions flow through me
as I look at life that grows chaotically!
I am surprised by story’s bite
as memories tumble forth,
but then amazed by hearts that show
they somehow move in spite of fright.
And so, it’s hard to understand
why hurt and pain cut like a knife.
I am astounded how hearts flare wide –
the smallest hint that trust is real
can open flood gates door!
And I can freeze, gripped by perception’s power
when others norms define my lack.
But then I am captivated by children’s hearts
where trust takes bloom,
in spite of deep wound’s poisonous crap;
and so undone by fragile hope
in soulful eyes that won’t be stopped.
Betrayal’s face can still surprise
when what I see, is my familiar face,
staring back with eyes that clash with me.
Amazement grips me when I see
how easy it is to be trapped instead of free!
Discomfort swells when’er I see
how easy it is for me to join in prejudice
and feel it is the way to be.
Then puzzled by how difficult it is
to say the words ”Will you help me?!”
You see, It’s easy to forget that I need grace
and can not live without its fresh embrace.
Surprised,
I startle when my Daddy God shows up –
and he does so frequently –
yet always unexpectedly!
Something wells within when Spirit’s grace
wraps this broken soul in silk
and comfort’s balm calls forth new shoots
as garden’s desiccated frame blooms new.
Author – Bill Tidsbury