Scorched earth splits to let
one fragile stem breathe.
It pushes frail into the sun, yet
stands against the teeth
of heat and wind as if
it has lived a thousand years.
Such an unexpected gift
could hardly flourish here –
but it sustains,
and bit by bit it lifts
a leaf into the mourning rain.
Patient, careful as it sifts
the tired earth for more,
another blooms beside.
For joy, the slow and silent war
is won, though it had died.
I live in the dusk,
A half-shadow embracing me
With grey fingers.
I walk in the evening,
A dim twilight barely showing
The shape of things.
Stillness swallows tears,
Blunting them like falling snow
In a mantle over me.
My words stop at my lips,
Hushed before I hear them,
Stagnant on my tongue.
God of light,
Creator of day and night,
Ordering existence, hear me:
Do not abandon your work in me.
Remember for what you have made me.
I plead for you to breathe life
Into my bones
Sound into my words
Light into my darkness.
I contend with you to replace
My sluggish blood with light
And fill me to blazing.
1 Corinthians 13:12 – For now we see in a mirror dimly, but then face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I have been fully known.
“My soul finds rest in God alone-”
But you’ve given me a yearning
that fills my chest with heated stones
and sets my lungs to burning
Each breath adding to the flame
And when I call upon your name
you answer with more doubt
Why does faith require blindness?
I try, I fail, I turn away
demanding you show kindness
while I refuse to pray
I leap as if to fly
But anchored to the earth, I die
and choke on my own shout
I bargain, weep, deny, accept
your silence to my desire.
Old promises that you have kept
still breathe into the fire.
Mirrors make the best walls.
This rot will spread:
My bones will lie bleached before you
and your sorrow will pay my debt.
This is why I’m gone:
To owe nothing to anyone.
I am weary,
let me rest.
It’s you or me,
and I love you
and hate myself,
so the choice is clear.
I am weary,
let me rest.
Amputate the gangrene,
cut away the rot.
I am helpless in the dark.
All I owe is more than all I am –
your sorrow will pay my debts,
and I thank you for the love that pays
and keeps on paying.
This is dated 3/30/2015. That was a tough year particularly in terms of the depth and severity of my depression. It was squeezing the life out of me and this poem barely even touched the surface, but it helped a little to write it. Please know that if you’re facing this, you’re not alone, and you’re worth every breath and cell and ounce of soul that makes up your being. And stay with us.
I am only smiling at you
because my cheeks are locked
in this habit of baring my teeth,
and it would take more energy
than I possess to drop the wall
that’s holding me together.
Behind the smile I am an absence:
Not darkness, just an absence of light.
Darkness can be fought;
Absence doesn’t even exist.
Trying to find the edges
is a dull and desperate terror.
Don’t come here and tell me
“what works for you when you’re feeling blue” –
that pressure is crushing, paralyzing, deadly.
Each little word of encouragement
is a condemnation and a sentence,
mocking me with “just keep trying.”
I pray that I would hear you speak.
Bring sound into my silent heart
and quiet to my racing mind,
like music in the discord.
I pray to hear you despite this art
I have of hearing everything
yet listening to nothing.
I pray that you would speak
into my moments of deepest inattention
and remind me to be still.
I pray for your words and your ways
to diffuse into my being
and bring light to darkness,
healing to pain,
redemption to rebellion,
order into chaos,
and a hunger for you
into my exhausted apathy.
I believe – Lord help my unbelief.
Bring your hands nearer – I’m blind and go by feel.
The things I see are fleeting, only you are real.
Uphold me and walk with me, you are my deepest peace.
Let my spirit calm, my trust in you increase.
Bring your face closer so I can see your eyes.
I need to see your love and be reminded of the prize.
My years slide by as water, but you’re age to age the same.
I cannot help but wonder why you call me by my name.
Bring your arms around me and keep me in the light.
For me it’s far too easy to sink into the night.
Bear me up beside you and never let me go;
let my one consuming need be to know you here below.
Bring your cross to go before me and remind me of my sin:
It’s the only way my hardened heart will let your mercy in.
Break this pride within me that leads me far from you
and let me be a child whose heart is soft and new.