Having suffered from chronic fatigue syndrome for a number of years has given me a just an inkling of what it could be like for someone who has experienced far greater pain than me.
Lying here, Father,
I know You are there.
I don’t feel your Presence, but
I do feel the pain and discomfort
that tries to take over
and invade my fatigued soul.
Every aching muscle and sinew
vying for attention and
threatening to melt away the hope.
But as I look to You,
I know You are with me,
feeling my every feeling.
And as I keep on looking
and looking and looking,
reaching out to You,
minute by hour,
heart to Blessed Heart,
Your love seems to take over,
in a way I don’t understand.
Fear goes out the window,
faith and hope rise
and the pain grows dim
just for now -
2 Comments
September 4, 2008 at 10:33 am
Very well written!!!
September 4, 2008 at 10:42 am
Thanks. By no stretch of the imagination would I call myself a poet, but I thought this was the best way to express what I felt.