With the rising spirit, I become the spirited With the ebbing sigh, I am the distressed With each scorn, I bleed deep While those loving eyes are my healers sublime! The apathy around, finds me lost In Thy presence, finally, I become Thine! Who is This, that see-eth it all, The constant One amidst the rise and fall ? The ever-changing images, is all I see But who am I, Lord, will you tell me?
It is when one is in despair and depression that there is struggle, and danger of falling in a deep dark pit that is very difficult to come out of. Or there is possibility of light, albeit a flicker, at the end of the tunnel, should one take those heavy first steps. A poem written several years back still gives me hope to go on. To keep running…
The sun close to the horizon. Sunset, or sunrise, depends on the perception. Skyscape # 011
I struggle to go on with no light in sight Like a runner out-of-breath and hope, halfway Books, nor the Scripture, seems to come to my rescue My knock on the Heavens doors falls on deaf ears! I struggle to go on with no light in sight.. I come to you who is busy in a world not mine Cant you tell in my indifferent pretense? Read my eyes honey, I am breaking down! I struggle to go on, but give up the fight Where do I go and what do I do! None but me knows my suffering the best Almost dead, and without hope, I come back to me I don’t struggle anymore, I just give in, hopeless Thats when is born pure strength, a twin to my suffering That takes me in its arms and wipes my tears Whence did That come, who art Thou? I catch some breath and start running again…
"What do we ever know that is higher than that power which, from time to time, seizes our lives, and reveals us startlingly to ourselves as creatures set down here bewildered?" -- Annie Dillard
Life according to one of life’s truly gifted naturally born wafflers… an open diary of a Saffer in a different land... life in the greater Dublin & Leinster area. (Blogging since 2011) My quests fuel my dreams… my dreams fuel my quests!!
Madame Zenista 