Last week, my passion for poetry awoke, almost unexpectedly. I had parked poetry writing because I thought I lost a collection of them I had stored away. The truth is any piece of work that flows from your soul remains with you in a sense.I was grieving them. I resigned myself to simply starting over when I heard an internal whisper. “Check your old hard drive again.” I had searched before and came up empty. In obedience, I searched again and as you can predict where this was going I found a folder labelled “poetry” buried 4 levels down in the archive. As I re read the pieces with gratitude I was amazed at how concerned God is with the little things. I remain in awe of how he lovingly restores what was lost. I rejoiced. I cried. I made another copy of the folder and put it within reach.
There was one piece that stood out as shareable for this season. It is a poem I wrote in 2005; 15 years and a whole lot of life experience ago.
TEARS
Tears streaming down my face
as volcanic emotions rupture the seams of this frail earthen vessel
and as molten fears roll down hardened cheeks
they remind me of broken cisterns
trying to carry the burden of
precious water to thirsty souls
Tears streaming down my face
flow from a place dark and cold
beyond the surface smiles
and feminine guiles
lay a pain waiting to explode
it’s been brewing for years
and the threads of this patched soul
can’t conceal these putrefying sores anymore
And so they flow with the passion
of rivers on a quest to find the shore
seeking answers mystic as ancient folklores
corroding tightly concealed dungeon doors
waking painful dreams untold
Yes these tears stream down my face
and this time I’ll let them go
let them flow upon diseased waters
bringing purity and wholeness
like HIS Blood that has saturated dirty sheets
I’ll let them caress this pain
rain washing this soul clean
I’ll let them remind me of where I’ve been
my tendency to sin
the hope I can only have in HIM
I’ll lay myself upon HIS brazen altar
pour these tears upon HIS throne
Allow this cistern to be remade whole
sweeping away the dust and the cold
I’ll come home
to that place of rest in YOU
KLD 30-Oct-05
My friends, take it from someone who has lost much; God can and will restore what you’ve lost and often I’m more magnificent ways than you can imagine. I leave this encouragement from scripture with you:
“Are you weary, carrying a heavy burden? Then come to me. I will refresh your life, for I am your oasis. Simply join your life with mine. Learn my ways and you’ll discover that I’m gentle, humble, easy to please. You will find refreshment and rest in me. For all that I require of you will be pleasant and easy to bear.” Matthew 11:28-30 TPT
Write Fully Yours,
Lady Kavan
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