You lifted me up, for a while.
I flew like a butterfly on weightless wings,
But I had to come down to earth.
I am a worm now, crawling in the mud.
But worms make way for growing things,
For trees, and flowers, and birds that sing.
It’s all the same,
In dust and rain,
In joy or pain.
Love has to hurt —
So life gives birth,
And pain gives way to joy.
The Spirit of God
Moves over deep waters.
Always, He is hidden.
Always, He is quiet,
Whispering in the wind.
Can you hear Him?
God sometimes hides from me.
(I believe the phrase
“Light so bright that it’s dark”
is an idea from St. John of the Cross.
We must have faith that all will be well.)
Don’t know why I continue existing –
So much is so incomprehensible.
Can’t seem to see my purpose –
Nothing I see ever sensible.
Perhaps I’ll only learn
My reason for being on earth
If I should enter heaven –
Then light will shine on my birth.
My childhood seems so alien —
Can’t really believe that was me.
Why was I born in that time, that place?
Where was the shining sunbeam?
Why have I floundered through densest fog?
Why merely muddled along?
Why did I amble so aimlessly?
That solitary sojourn so long?
So much is so incomprehensible —
No clarity of sight.
God wants me to trust Him –
Through light so bright that it’s dark.