How I Feel
I can’t seem to find
The words I need
To fill up this paper
Have a lot to say
But it just doesn’t flow
Like a stream or river
I need to let
The words come alone
No pressure to explain
How I Feel
The words I need
To fill up this paper
Have a lot to say
But it just doesn’t flow
Like a stream or river
I need to let
The words come alone
No pressure to explain
How I Feel
I love this one. The idea of not pressuring ourselves to sort out our feelings or be able to neatly package our thoughts or put our words into clever paragraphs. We can be our own worst enemies that way ... trying to force ourselves to understand what we aren't meant to understand today. To just let our confusion be ok, its such a gift to ourselves. To wait and trust that God is going to sort it all out in our heads when He's good and ready to do it, knowing we're good and ready to see it clearly. It makes it easier to put all the mixed up thoughts out of mind and just deal with whatever simple, easy thing thats before us this very minute.
ReplyDeleteThat thing you're describing in the poem, whatever it is, it will be gone when we get to heaven. Ahhhhhhh ....