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Wednesday, March 23, 2011

Life is Suffering

I would write a poem from the depths of my heart
If my heart had any depth.
I would tell the story of overwhelming difficulties
If my life knew hard times.
I would illustrate the drama of unending sorrow
If my soul truly ached.

But my pain is temporal
And so is my joy.
A sheltered life isn't glib
But it knows not the language of hurt and euphoria.

I can only stare wide-eyed at threats of suicide
At the TV screens broadcasting genocide
At cancer patients and parents turned mourners
Their pain feels real but still so far away.

How will I face it when it finally comes?

"What if this storm ends? and I don't see you as you are now ever again . . ."

3 comments:

Micah E. said...

This kind of hurts. But in a good way.

KB said...

SO GOOD. WOW.

My easy life makes me grateful for the prayers of my family & friends.

How will we face the tougher life - especially if it's one that we choose?

Caitriona aka Catherine said...

Your time will come, it is not a matter of if but when. Be ready to face life's trials head on and may you depend on the LORD for all that you will need.