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Thursday, April 03, 2014

My cross - Faith Jam

My cross is invisible
Constructed of the things never done,
Never said,
Not even begun.

How can you blame someone
For something they didn't do?
But when that omission
Was excruciatingly painful,
Whose fault is the wound in you?

Is it my fault, for all my expectations
Or yours for having none of yourself?

Relationships don't work by magic
An occasional loving glance or a daily kiss.
It is so easy to be in the same room,
And at the same time, completely miss.

You don't notice my sighs,
My words simply waft away
Unacknowledged, unheard
They fall to the ground.

I think of them like paper airplanes,
they are strewn everywhere,
but they are completely invisible to you.

Sometimes, when the conditions are right,
You catch one and even send one right back
But then you are gone again
The air traffic tower is closed,
The landing lights switched off.

Where am I to go?
Who will hear me?
I go to the same place as the psalmists,
They understand.

I look to the mountains,
I look to my God.
Who hears all
And sees all
And knows me inside and out.
He knows my words before they leave my mouth
He knows my heart before it spews out the good and the bad.

When I'm invisible to you,
It feels cruel
It's torture but you can't possibly know what it's like,
Because you're wired differently
Your hurts are of another kind.

I know I've hurt you.
And knowing that hurts me
But I don't think you'd get that
It requires true empathy.

That's what's missing
What is killing me softly
But I realise that in a way it's more comfortable for me
To hide in the shadows and not really be seen

When we're naked and one
I tremble not just with passion, but fear
It's then that you 'know' me
But I wonder how much you care.

Do you long to know me,
Or just to be satisfied?
We are completely united
but still disconnected.

If my eyes meet yours,
I can't handle it either.
We're oh so different,
but then sometimes we're peas in a odd pod.

My cross is not unique,
there are others like us.
That knowledge comforts me
Makes me feel less alone.

I've got to the point
Where I can thank God for my cross
When I ask him to help me
I now know He will.

This is my life,
The past, present and future
To carry this cross so it can fit me for heaven.
Sometimes painful, sometimes gloriously noble.
It was made for me.







4 comments:

  1. Just like the Psalmist, your poem rings out the pain but finds hope in Jesus.
    "I look to my God.
    Who hears all
    And sees all
    And knows me inside and out."
    Such beautiful comfort. Thank you, Princess Morag.

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  2. He knows me inside and out....Yes, He does....and in love He comforts, cares, heals...God bless..

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  3. Truly, truly a beautiful poem. And you are so right when you say:
    "My cross is not unique,
    there are others like us.
    That knowledge comforts me
    Makes me feel less alone."

    I love how this is just raw with your feelings and emotions. Thank you for sharing your heart Princess Morag. :)

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  4. My cross is not unique,
    there are others like us.
    That knowledge comforts me
    Makes me feel less alone.

    Beautiful poem, I love the way you've shared your feelings and emotions. The Psalms are such a source of wisdom and comfort. I turn to them and Proverbs daily.
    Thank you for being so transparent.

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