Sunday, June 7, 2009


The feeling comes again

The feeling when the heart is so battered,

So bruised and torn that the beating of it is enough

Enough and all that is left

Except to turn to Him

The Healer

The One

And ask

Please, let this time be the end

Let it be the last time

Can it be over, please?

And when He says

Daughter, you must learn

Learn of peace

You say, as the Centurion of old

I believe, help my unbelief.

Then He will say,

I know you,

I love you

And when you have learned the lesson

I sent you to learn

It will be enough.

Though you still hurt

And the being is of the walking wounded

The heart feels

The gentle, beseeched peace

Reached at last


Cami said...

That poem is beautiful, did you write it? One of my favorite passages that has brought me a lot of comfort was written by James L. Ferrell:
"Being mistreated is the most important condition of mortality, for eternity itself depends on how we view those who mistreat us." Followed by the scripture: Psalm 30:5 "Weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning." :)

Sandra said...

I did write it.

I had my home teacher give me a blessing today and I needed to put the feelings down. The specifics and details are in my journal, but I felt I could share this.

Kay Scott said...

Beautiful words, Sandra!! My mother's heart wants to reach out and fix everything, knowing that with your strength you probably don't need me. I'll add my prayers to yours.

Love you with much admiration,