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this constant
unnerving
restlessness
that creeps into every blessed moment
the discomfort in the
comfortable
and ongoing slight detachment
from the present
everything
everything
to feel less
homesick.
looking around
knowing what was
intended to be,
desperately trying
to clean up the mess
that weve made.
that ive made.
its not that im ungrateful
for the way youve transformed my very being
for your word that has held me tightly
for the patient beating heart in the bed next to me
for the strands of friendship that are not quickly broken.
its just that i see a world
desperate
for You
and hearts shattered on the floor
and im running around trying to salvage as many as possible,
knowing that its useless
but its worth it.
you made this beautiful mess
and planted in the midst of the misery
a garden of dandelions
and with your breath
you use every seedling from every stem
to scatter your love,
until you return to reclaim your flowers
and set the captives free.
until then, i long for you every moment
and pray that your kingdom come
your will be done
on earth,
as it was intended.
Allie Garcia
January, 2008
5 comments:
Thank you so much. This is so encouraging, and the imagery is just so real, so beautiful. Thank you. I´m about to head home from missions, seeing my good friends who are still broken and still hurting, and wondering if they have been touched at all. This is really encouraging.
Whoa!!! That's a 3-times exclamation point! This is the most beautiful poem I have ever read, and I read lots of them. I so relate to feeling like an alien, walking around on broken glass, feeling out of sorts. I think we are kindred spirits.
Feel free to visit me at my own disheveled place:
www.heavenlyhumor.blogspot.com
If I can't do anything else right, at least I can laugh at myself!
oh allie, i needed this so much. it pin-points alot of the burden and aching i've been feeling in this broken, apathetic world. thankyou thankyou. i need to remember His authority and compassion and my love for Him through it all.
..."planted in the midst of the misery
a garden of dandelions
and with your breath
you use every seedling from every stem
to scatter your love,
until you return to reclaim your flowers
and set the captives free."
sigh. beautiful!
I LOVE how you write. Seriously, you're good Allie! x
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