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…
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!!
