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| I hope ya’ll enjoy this poem. This is all from my real
life experience, and I can’t describe well enough how wonderful it was. Review
and let me know what you think! Thank you! ^_^
Britnie Phillips
Night had arrived and my body yearned to say goodnight. And yet, though my body knew true, My mind and heart (yes, mostly my heart) Would not bid the day farewell, As it struggled with sorrow and loneliness, wishing for something more. Wishing, perhaps, for that boy, so close to being a man? Could he fulfill the unnamed hurt? He with the soft eyes, gentle voice, and work hardened hands? No, no, not he. Perhaps, then, my revered leader, teacher, friend; my Pastor? My supporter and window to God’s Word. A man with so much love for his Lord and family, his friends, His Church. Closer, yes, but still. . .no. Ah, ha! Yes! My parents! The two people whom with God’s hand brought me into being. Them who love me so much and work so hard to fulfill my every need. Who forever lend a sympathetic ear and a devoted heart. Nevertheless, again I shake my head. But then, like blinding light spilling into a darkened room, He comes. My Lord, my joy, my comfort. My God, My Redeemer. My Advocate before all. He! He is the one my heart and soul cries out to feel. Feel so close, so close that He is almost tangibly there. The night. . .was it not yet day? The night became so bright! As bright as day! I rejoiced in the feeling of true fellowship with my Creator. The one who knows each and every hair on my head, Each and every grain of sand shifting in the waves… Thus, with tears streaming down a rapture filled face, I speak, converse, talk, with my Savior. I can almost feel his arms holding me close... Lonely? Who could be lonely? With the Maker of the entire universe holding you in His embrace...? |
