Yesterdays all dry
lifting my face to heaven
to God I cry
“Where are you?” I implore
my bones suffer
I pour out my soul
like the deer
I pant for refreshment
“God draw me near”
my tears like waves
flow over pain
close the lid to my grave
give me hope anew
soil for joy to grow
on mercies wings I flew
There are desert days and there are rain forest days (and everything in-between.) Suffering is part of life, it is our choice where we go when we are in pain. Put your hope in God, cry out to Him.He not only listens but He carries us through the darkest nights…
“As the deer pants for streams of water, so my soul pants for you, my God. My soul thirsts for God, for the living God. When can I go and meet with God? My tears have been my food day and night, while people say to me all day long, “Where is your God?”…
By day the Lord directs his love, at night his song is with me— a prayer to the God of my life. I say to God my Rock, “Why have you forgotten me? Why must I go about mourning, oppressed by the enemy?” My bones suffer mortal agony as my foes taunt me, saying to me all day long, “Where is your God?” Why, my soul, are you downcast? Why so disturbed within me? Put your hope in God, for I will yet praise him, my Savior and my God.” ~ Psalm 42 1 -2, 8 – 11
“The LORD make His face shine on you, And be gracious to you; The LORD lift up His countenance on you, And give you peace.“
~ Number 6:25 & 26
I love your poems, they are awesome.
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__So much in this verse Moonie, two lines and their thought stand out and I feel them combined… in this complex simplicity:
“hope” is the “soil” in which “joy” will “grow.”
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Such depth & intensity in these wonderful lines ❤
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Beautiful 🙂
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A question many have asked…a most thoughtful poem.
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Beautiful. Praise God for the hope that grows us in the pain.
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Yes indeed !!!
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