There’s a ball of yarn
Inside my chest;
Something struggling to get out.
Don’t know what it is.
Sometimes I feel
Like a mute
Who can only
Make noises but not speech.
I had a voice once
And I will again.
Only time will tell,
Will tell, will tell
The story,
The mystery,
So well.
“A hunter sometimes makes his dog suffer — for instance when the dog is caught in a trap, the hunter has to push the dog further into the trap, to lessen the tension on it, before he can get him out. That hurts, and [the dog] can’t understand what we can: the mechanism of a trap requires this push further in that causes such pain because this is the way out. God does the same to us sometimes, and we can’t understand why he does it any more than the dog can understand us.” Peter Kreeft in “Making Sense Out of Suffering”.
Your tears water God’s garden,
Your sorrows make God’s house strong,
Your joys light up the heavens,
Your triumphs give glory to God.
Every sin cleansed brings virtue,
Every wound is made less,
Every weakness now strengthened,
Every failure, success.
Death becomes life now,
Illness — good health,
Ugliness, now beauty,
And poverty, wealth.
Fear not in the darkness,
It will soon be dispersed,
And His glorious victory
In your life be expressed.
On crisp, clear day
The planes would come,
Their engines pregnant
With fiery death.
With hatred fueled,
With vengeance filled,
Men hardened to
A self-made death.
The planes collided
With steel and glass;
The carnage coming
No one could guess.
Our hearts were torn,
Our minds grew numb.
The horror made
Our tongues grow dumb.
Yet in it all
Our God was there.
His mercy great
None can compare.
No one can answer
All these tears.
Only our God
Can calm our fears.
Love is patient,
Love is kind —
Let God’s love possess your mind.
Love’s not boasting,
Love’s not proud —
Let us sing His praises loud.
Love’s not jealous,
Love’s not rude —
With forgiveness it’s imbued.
Love rejoices
In the truth —
Love forever does endure.
Love doesn’t give up,
It doesn’t lose faith —
It’s never early, never late.
Always hopeful,
Always free —
Love is our true destiny.
When dreams are dead
Men lose their heart,
And, like dead men,
They fall apart.
Inside, unseen,
Their souls like stone,
Bear calloused wounds,
Exist forlorn.
Let not dreams die —
Still deep inside,
Quench not the fire
Of hope alive.
Let Love somehow
Heal deepest wounds.
Let Jesus’ love
Break open tombs!
Then shout, and sing,
Our voices raise!
Hosannahs bring
In humble praise!
Go out onto the water;
Yes, take the first brave step.
No doubt cause you to falter,
Nor look in water’s depth.
Climb up onto the summit;
Go forth one step each time.
Fear not, and you’ll not plummet —
The view will be sublime.
Reach out to many hurting,
One person at a time.
Though you don’t feel worthy,
God’s love from you must shine.
Go forth into the darkness,
Though you do not know the way.
There’s death and there is starkness,
But His light will be your stay.
Keep on, though you are weary;
Make your eyes look up above.
Your goal, which is God’s heaven
Will heal your heart with love.
Wow, I really love getting responses to emails. If I write to people, I sometimes absolutely crave getting a response, anything to show that it meant something to them.
I guess we are made to communicate, but we all communicate in different ways. Sometimes it seems much easier for me to write to someone than to call them on the phone. I don’t fear their rejection as much when I write. Go figure!
But, I think as humans we all need to be responded to, so much so that as children at least, we would rather receive negative attention than no attention at all.
On pondering all this, I wondered what it is like for God when I don’t respond to Him. How many times a day is He telling me He loves me (through nature, other people, His word, etc.)? When I feel hurt by someone’s non-response (and usually they have a very good reason – I am NOT the center of the world, after all 🙂 ), perhaps I need to reflect on the times I have not responded to God or to others.
Just something to ponder.
clarakatalin 
False Enemy
[I thought I should explain how this poem was inspired. I watched a documentary about the real story that the book “The Hunt for Red October” is based on. See http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mh0N3iG-7Uc . In the true story, a Russian naval officer is disillusioned by the way Communism had played out in reality (although he was still a Communist). He tried to start a revolution to bring back Communism to it’s ideal (helping the common people). The documentary also portrayed the Cold War in an interesting way. I thought about all the hopes and dreams of people from very different backgrounds. Then my mind jumped to other differences, like Protestant and Catholic, “conservative” and “liberal”, etc., and I thought, “I wonder if we are all wrong about each other?” Not too say there are not good reasons for the differences and conflicts, only that each person in his heart has a dream that we need to listen to.]
I thought you were my enemy
But someone had told me lies about you,
And so it seems,
Someone had told you lies about me.
We went around in a fog of falsehood
That seemed so normal
Because the fog was constantly around us.
Then the light
Began to break through
For me, for you.
The mist still mystifies
But it’s getting thinner.
Slowly the sun’s light
Is burning through.
Are we just relating
To ideas of each other
Or who we really are?
If I could see
With eyes divine
I would not believe a lie.
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