My soul is like the wind.
It rushes
strays
blows violently
dances softly
but it doesn’t stay
in one place.
Sometimes I wonder
why God moved so far from me
why He wandered down the road
abandoning me along the way.
But God is a rock.
He doesn’t move.
It is me who flitters and flies
who scatters in all directions
looking for, longing for
what I have already found in Him.
For my heart is unfaithful
to the Lover of my soul.
The One I claim I would die for.
The One to whom
I said
“I am forever Yours.”
In me, meekness and humility
do not lie.
A spirit of dissatisfaction reigns.
Even though I sometime run into darkness
to hide myself from His piercing light.
His hand is always upon my shoulder
waiting for me to turn around.
And when I do,
I see not a hand
waiting to strike me
but arms
that gently squeeze me
and nuzzle me
against His heart,
the heart
that weeps with love for humanity,
His creation.
GREAT truth here! Like everyone else, you have to keep learning His G R E A T love. Love, Papa Bear
Another poem from the heart of a pilgrim on her journey of faith-operation meaning is a great name for your blog. I remember, not too many years ago, the first time I really saw with the eyes of faith what was in John’s first epistle. We think of him as the Apostle of love, and indeed he does tell us a great deal about the love of God that has freely been given to us in His beloved Son. But what was the lesson the Son taught the Apostles about his Father?
“This is the message which we have heard from Him and declare to you: God is light! and in Him is no darkness at all.”