I have always wanted to be a poet. Not the kind that makes a living from writing poetry, that is too daunting a thought. But a small poet, who writes things that please her and that she can share with her corner of the world. Well, friends, this is finally going to happen. I have signed up for Camp NaNoWriMo in July, and I plan to create a collection of my own poetry. Here is my first poem, the title poem.
These Words Are Not Enough
These words are not enough to quell your pain and calm your fears.
These words cannot dissuade your heart from bursting into tears.
We know the secret soul may cry though outer self is dry.
These words, you hope, will feed your soul and soothe your troubled breast.
These words are trinkets, baubles, jewels that cannot give you rest.
Both soul and body must be fed or else the man is dead.
These words are tools you wield to wage your wars or nurture peace.
These words give names to hopes and fears when they begin or cease.
I beg choose carefully a word and by whom it is heard.
What do you do when a friend turns on you? When you did everything you thought you were supposed to do, but the very thing that you thought you were doing right ends up being the thing that makes them turn away from you?
I wish I could say I have the perfect life and that this has never happened to me. But that would be lying. You see, telling the truth was the thing that I thought I was doing right. But I guess I gave the wrong answer. And, you know, the answer I gave wasn’t necessarily the “right” answer. But I thought, better to give a wrong answer than to lie. I don’t know. Maybe I should have just not answered the question.
But my drama isn’t the point. I found comfort. I am finding comfort. As a Christian we hear a lot about going to God and the Bible in times of trial. Sometimes it just seems old and overblown. I mean, really, how in the world can an invisible God help me with my problems? You can’t even prove He’s real. But I know that He is real. He has given us a precious gift: the Bible is His Word. He has given it to us to show us the way to salvation, but He doesn’t leave it there. Through the Bible God comforts me when I’m going through hard times. Today I found myself going to Psalm 136. It has a lot of repetition, but sometimes repetition is what we need. Sometimes we need to hear things a dozen times or more before we get them.
O give thanks unto the LORD; for he is good: for his mercy endures for ever.
O give thanks unto the God of gods: for his mercy endures for ever.
O give thanks to the Lord of lords: for his mercy endures for ever.
God is Lord, He is God. I serve a good God whose mercy (elsewhere translated as “steadfast love”) endures forever. His love never ends. He will always love me. And from that I can take comfort. Friendships may wax and wane and grow old or not, but my God will always love me.