The yellow light streaming from the window drew her forward.
The warmth of the light in strong contrast to the cold and grey outside.
The grey that had become her companion, her life, her bed.
Hugging the shadows she edges forward, not wanting to be seen.
Feet that had long since lost their feeling shuffle forward.
Numb fingers stretch out.
She edges closer to the glass.
She wants to look inside but not to be seen.
To be an invisible witness.
This is something I do not want to write.
I want to turn my back on it.
To look away.
To close the door.
To walk away.
I do not want to go here.
But your hand compels mine.
Wherever I turn I see you.
You gently remind me of what I need to write.
The vast desert stretches before me.
It fills my vision from horizon to horizon.
Bronze-yellow undulating dunes
flow one into another as far as I can see.
By day the sun blazes down
and bakes the sand beneath my feet.
I feel its heat coming up through my shoes.
Each step clings to my leaden feet.
The wind stirs up the sand and flings it into my face,
stinking my cheeks and blinding my eyes.
On an island midst the sea she stands.
Around her the blue-grey labyrinth of
walls and gates extend.
High walls that all but exclude the sun.
Deep shadows do they throw.
There are places where the sun cannot shine.
The chill of these places reaches to her bones.
She pulls her cloak tighter.
Not one of my poems this time, but rather the lyrics to a song which literally stopped me in my tracks when I first heard it at our mid-week small group.
It was during a time of worship at the end of the meeting that I first heard this via a You Tube clip. Rather than try and pick up the lyrics and sing along all I could do was listen and drink in what the lyrics were saying. There are times (not many I admit) when a worship song so arrests my attention that I cannot sing. I just have to listen.
However that was not it. Over the coming days and weeks I just cannot get these lyrics out of my mind. Almost every time I listen to it I have to stop what I’m doing.
Black as ink the lake extends.
As still as night it sits.
Low grey clouds obscure the sun.
Colour is reduced, greyness wins.
Its cold tentacles enfold my soul and body.
Its icy fingers enclose my form.
All that moves are the ripples from
the tears as they drip silently into the water.
Silent, expanding ripples as I sit alone on the jetty.
This has been on my heart for a while now. I was going to “do this tomorrow” but felt God led me to stop prevaricating and DO IT NOW so here goes.
Why am I writing this? Basically to encourage everyone/anyone to step out and “have a go” if you think God is prompting you to do something. God loves us unconditionally, will still love us even if we make a mistake. He know our struggles and he knows that we are human! However he will find it much easier to direct a moving ship.