A reflection on an encounter with brokenness. This is my way of crying with him. It could be any of us at some point in our life.
Today I listened to the saddest story,
sitting with pain
that has sucked the light,
And the laughter
From a precious life –
Visiting together
the heartache that has brought
a strong, loyal, faithful man
to his knees,
I feel his pain,
I know this path
And its loneliness
That feels like desolation.
I listen again to the same words,
Knowing that his wounds
are still raw and bleeding,
Not even close to the
victorious sermon of overcoming,
The one we all want to hear.
I question God about this,
Why do you allow it?
How is there good in this brokenness?
I am frustrated by my
helplessness to find the right words,
Or, the answer that will fix
the disappointments that
slowly have broken a life.
So, I just wait,
And, cry out to God,
Asking why?
Waiting……..
Realising and struggling with the reality
that prayer isn’t
weak submission to fate’s cruelty,
But, the response of trust,
Keeping God in his right place
Recognising my humanness,
Humbly accepting his path to restoration.
