A poem written June 6, 2014, meditating on Psalm 23.
The valley is long, deep and dark.
I can smell vacant dust and it stifles my lungs,
and sticks to my insides.
Barely able to see, I can feel the enemy close behind.
The serpent is near, aiming to strike my heel.
It is eerily quiet, except for the devils growl.
And it terrifies me at my core.
If I run, will my faith be weak?
If I scream, will it mean I am afraid?
No one can hear me anyway...I am a sheep.
And I know not what I need.
The valley is long, it is deep and dark.
I know He is near, my shepherd.
He is with me and in me.
I can feel his breath in my lungs.
I know my Lord will gather me up.
He beckons me so sweetly, reminding me what I need.
Come soon.
I trust Him though I cannot see Him.
I believe Him though I cannot hear Him.
This serpent though...is relentless and strong!
My enemy is before me.
I feel weak, weary.
I am straying.
There are before me two paths,
and I must choose one.
Without knowing where they lead
the way becomes clear...
the path illuminated by the love of my King.
And God, in his gentle way,
guides me out of desolation,
and into glorious restoration.
I see a light, growing.
I hear a sound, soothing.
The sound of gentle waters
brings me to tears as I collect all my thoughts,
and bundle them into my palms.
I realize I have been saved
by a God who is good and faithful and loves me,
and was with me all along.
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