Your battle

Sorry it’s been a while! Been terrorizing nurses and doctors, as well as starting up with school’s Graphic Design program. So, let’s take a little look at what I’ve been writing…hmm…looks like poetry! Haha, well that’s a good start to a new college semester. I’m trying to hone my nonsensical poet skill (that is, if I even have such a skill). Let’s see what you make of this:

The Shadow

Everyone
has a battle, with armor on or off
You might be going through your
war right now
What would I say to you?

Hold tight, for there is a stillness
that only the eye of the storm can hold
For there is a lighter day,
a treasure
where tomorrow will be brighter
or today, or maybe not in this
life. The good will come
near if you wish it
but remember that those things that are dear
are not to be rushed

God does not rush the good
where evil does indeed take aims to strike
but not rushing
does not mean
not caring
His brush strokes are still
in the picture

It is quite a thing to be held
and shelled by the Almighty
Hand that stunned the sky
with lights hung high
and still gently strung
the leaves on a pine.
It is a thing to be sitting
with the Christ
on a park bench, His
arm around you as He watches
you watching the passersby, pulling
out the umbrella when it begins
to rain.
It is quite a thing to be taught
in such a way as this – your battle.
To be taught how to live
life amidst the hard,
knowing how you must go up
through the guck to see the other side of the mountain
sunrise.
It is quite a thing to know Him,
for without hardship
there would be no cross,
there would be no beauty
in the ashes. There would be
no grace. And what is grace
but the evidence of sunlight
overcoming the darkness
by the once so low shadow it cost?