"I say to myself, I will not mention His name, I will speak in His name no more. But then, it becomes like a fire burning in my heart, imprisoned in my bones, I grow weary holding it in, I cannot endure it." Jeremiah 20:7-10
Monday, March 22, 2010
Washed Out
hurt washes over me like a wave
drowning my face in tears
immediate-
without reason-
without restraint-
I succumb to the wave
and am washed out...
upon my return to the shore
I lay heavy with water,
soaked to the core
aching from the fight for control
of my emotions
I am drained and exhausted
resuscitate me Lord, and
keep me from the water's edge
Amen.
Therese Borchardt has a wonderful book and blog "Beyond Blue" which offers great comfort and support to those suffering through depression and other mental illnesses. I found this wonderful poem "Seasons of the Soul:My Bipolar Experience" there and was deeply moved. I hope it moves you as well.
Labels:
depression,
poetry,
prayer
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Our Lady, Star of the Sea, please cover Anne with your mantle and protect her from the storms. I am praying for you, dear Anne. May God bless you.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful picture. Wonderful poem. Thank you so much.
ReplyDeleteGod bless you.
You express yourself so beautifully, what a gift you have. Kindre Spirit knew just what to write in response to your feelings.
ReplyDeletePrayers to you my friend.
Anne, what a beautifully expressive poem - thank you for sharing.
ReplyDeleteHave a wonderful and blessed week,
Jillian ♥