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I hear but I don't understand
In the midst of friends and laughter
I hide behind a shell of what remains from battle
What you see is my vanity bleeding,
This is my sobering touch of reality.
I want to sit and be soaked.
Drenched in the starlight from the sky as it mystifies my every thought
It is these divine lights that swirl above my head and give me hope as I pray to God above
"Brings fire to our souls
Peace to our minds
Makes us burn for more..
As you make a kindred fire in our heart
Your never consuming fire."
You know these unspoken words,
I am hurt
As much as I can see clearly
Understanding this mess I call my life
I fear I'll never do.
Hurt takes on a multitude of faces
From unspoken circumstances
To looks and turned shoulders
The fire of hate that burns within so many,
Mistakes that haunt and expose scars
And a failure that I am forced to look at everyday in the mirror.
Each takes a mind numbing stab at me for a greater cause
Bringing me down in a new way
Making me fear this thing called love.
If I could only push inward - past these numb feelings
To Love ten times more than I've ever hurt,
It would be so brave
Herein lies the problem
I am not brave.
And I ask myself, is fear really at the heart of love?
Or just at the heart of my love...
Poem by J.A.D. © 2007
I hear but I don't understand
In the midst of friends and laughter
I hide behind a shell of what remains from battle
What you see is my vanity bleeding,
This is my sobering touch of reality.
I want to sit and be soaked.
Drenched in the starlight from the sky as it mystifies my every thought
It is these divine lights that swirl above my head and give me hope as I pray to God above
"Brings fire to our souls
Peace to our minds
Makes us burn for more..
As you make a kindred fire in our heart
Your never consuming fire."
You know these unspoken words,
I am hurt
As much as I can see clearly
Understanding this mess I call my life
I fear I'll never do.
Hurt takes on a multitude of faces
From unspoken circumstances
To looks and turned shoulders
The fire of hate that burns within so many,
Mistakes that haunt and expose scars
And a failure that I am forced to look at everyday in the mirror.
Each takes a mind numbing stab at me for a greater cause
Bringing me down in a new way
Making me fear this thing called love.
If I could only push inward - past these numb feelings
To Love ten times more than I've ever hurt,
It would be so brave
Herein lies the problem
I am not brave.
And I ask myself, is fear really at the heart of love?
Or just at the heart of my love...
Poem by J.A.D. © 2007
4 comments:
I love this poem. I feel this poem.
I think I understand you better in poetry than in real life. Perhaps we should make poetry real life, or real life poetry... let's make real life poetry. It's possible, you know.
Vulnerability is a virtue of Christ, and your Christlike virtue rings out in your lines. Don't be afraid of it. He may have alot to show you of Himself as you wait there in it...
...Perfect love casteth out all fear. So dwell in it...
And also... to be vulnerable is to be very very brave.
This is beautiful. Keep up the writting, God gave you talent. You express your words in ways that many can not, and yet touch their hearts.
Awesome poem, J. You are a really good writer.
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