If I can, I’m going to scrounge up some of my old poetry. Most of it is “religious”… if you know what I mean. Theologically-inspired… this weather just makes me want to write again. Perhaps I shall…

 

God created me

to feel pain

to know sorrow

to hurt deeply

to give fully

to love wholly.

 

It is not in me

to put aside

the burdens of others

to ignore the tears

which slowly,

surely fall.

 

God made me

a woman,

of Adam’s race

to feel

and think

and know.

 

He did not make me

as a beast, tree,

stone

to accept unquestioning

the grief of a world

torn,

by death and sorrow.

 

I feel, grieve,

thirst

because he made me-

 

Different.

 

A creature meant to know

and be known

to hurt

and be hurt

to love

and be loved

 

To be set apart.

 

 

My soul,

eternal

burns the flame

of passion, grief,

and care

but also nurtures

deep within

my hope, and love,

and prayer.

 

Peace, that passes

understanding

as tread I now the sod

of earth,

my temporary home

in truth -

a child of God.

 

I was first made

to serve my Lord

with joy, and faith,

secure

to rest assured,

and live my life

established in

his Word.

 

And still,

this dying world

I call, ‘my home’

and here I am:

 

ransomed by God

a child of Wonder

 

bound: to shadowlands.

 

 

As trouble makes

my heart-beat

falter

when evil triumphs -

near,

 

I look upon

all that surrounds me

and know:

 

 

I was not made

for here.