Peterson says in Leap Over a Wall, “Pain entered into, accepted, and owned can become poetry. It’s no less pain, but it’s no longer ugly. Poetry is our most personal use of words; it’s our way of entering experience, not just watching it happen to us, and inhabiting it as our home.”
Frustration, sadness
victories … overshadowed
Abba, bring healing
Stepping outside of the challenges of this day …
Looking up into His face …
Finding forgiveness, comfort, peace
Resting in the promise … I will give you rest …
In Brennan Manning’s, The Ragamuffin Gospel, he says, “What makes authentic disciples is not visions, ecstasies, biblical mastery of chapter and verse, or spectacular success in the ministry, but a capactiy for faithfulness. Buffeted by the fickle winds of failure battered by their own unruly emotions, and bruised by rejection and ridicule, authentic disciples may have stumbled and frequently fallen, endured lapses and relapses … Yet, they kept coming back to Jesus.”
A sweet promise … come to me … all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Coming back, coming back tonight … solace sought, freedom found.
So all the poem is, can give,
Grows in me to become the song,
Made so and rooted so by love.
Now there is time and Time is young.
O in this single hour I live
All of myself and do not move.
I, the pursued, who madly ran,
Stand still, stand still, and stop the sun!
~May Sarton
