Treasures Along the Way

Adversity is never welcomed or wanted
This human flesh seems to come with great resistance to anything but comfort and ease
Sickness, sadness, betrayal and tragedy come to us all
When we’re in the midst of this prickly, painful and difficult time
All we can think is, “When will it end”?

When that challenge ends, we often learn it is only a reprieve before the next trial
So, it would be prudent to learn how to rise above grief and suffering-
This struggle to always want out of the hard times is so real!
Not that we are supposed to love the pain or sickness,
But rather that we can learn to maintain a level of peace and foresight,
While in the midst of this unpleasantness

When the pain or sorrow lasts and lasts or surprisingly, even shockingly, returns from a previous time
It is particularly difficult to rise above it and change our perception
From this trap of our own disdain of having trials
To the freedom of learning patience, forbearance and wisdom
And allowing these hard, brutal experiences to chip away our imperfections
And help us become a higher being filled with patience and love

Every time the brick wall is there hitting me hard in the head
I wonder, “when will I learn what I’m supposed to learn from this?”
Gratitude for a reprieve from suffering brings in itself a change in my colors
From dull and fading to bright and glowing

I know it will probably take thousands more painful, dark days
To chip away my gray, foggy perception
To be a person filled with hope and light even in the face of such pain
All I can do is keep trying and hoping for God’s help to seep through to my weak and fainting heart

Many of the most important and sacred dreams of my life
Didn’t turn out the way I most desired
But who am I to doubt the timetable of the Greatest Designer of all good things?
Who am I to be weary in well-doing and forget to believe all good things come to those who wait upon the Lord?

Please come and heal my broken heart, while I wait, while I cry
Please fill up the holes and shattered dreams
Please help me see beyond the broken pieces of my heart’s yearning
There they are all over the floor, beating and red with pulsing grief

I can’t see anything right now but my bleeding, disconsolate heartache
Please sweep it away with your Loving Hand
Too many, too many hurts piled on top of each other, over and over
They’re too heavy now; I don’t see the floor or the sky anymore

Only He can pick me up and fly me away from this sad place-
Illness, pain, betrayal, grief, sadness to the core, so very deep
Somehow the only powerful place I can be is down here in the midst of the pain, while I wait, trust and believe He will come
and heal the shards
of my aching, breaking heart

The power lies therein -being in the splinters and still believing,
Hoping, trusting my heart will be whole again
I can imagine seeing the Light shining again
And gratitude filling me up with faith and renewal

Someday my dreams will all come true in ways I don’t understand
in the present.
So while I wait, I will hope on, while I cry and wait
Hope on, while I cry and while I wait

To see the day when I am no longer trembling with grief and pain
Healed, vibrant, radiant again
To see the shattered fragments coming together again
Filled with Love