My heart feels at peace since I've stepped out of my car and into Plainview last Monday. It leap and cried when it found the family that I left behind what seems decades ago. And yet yesterday and today my heart cried and my lyrics flowed.
I've had two friends, who I've become a close confidant and ear to, tell me me how they were in pain after their hearts were torn by what was thought of love and the breaking up of that love. I broke for them as I've known that pain well and wish it on no one. I wrote two poems, one for each to help them in their hardship. His name is Love to remind one that there is a love that surpasses all others, and His name is Light to remind the other why we go through hard times. Christianity, a relationship with Christ, only saves us from the hardship of eternity without the Father; it does not however guarantee us that we will no longer have hardships after we accept him. Rather, it is the opposite, it is painting a sign on ourselves and telling Satan to give us his best shots, because we have spiritually won through Christ's sacrifice and that through Jesus' sacrifice, Satan's power is forfeit. Satan will try all he can to discourage us, and we soon come to find out that he's accurate with his arrows.
A simple truth from the two poems and the possible poems to follow.
God's love is unequal to any love we will find here on earth.
We have light, because Christ is the light of the world
We have worth, because we are the children of God
*We are at our strongest, when we're weakest.
*He is our sword and shield
Today, after I'd posted the second poem, I asked myself a question: Why is it that pain and brokenness are such wonderful inspirations for artistic mediums?
What do you think?
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