Finding comfort in release (Poem)
Trusting is so difficult
It needs you to let go of the reins
To let the horse ride on without steering it to jump over that fence,
To skip over the puddle
To follow the path.
Instead the horse does the contrary
Splashes water while galloping through the puddles
Runs wild and free
Neighing in excitement over the free country, it wants to run free.
Trust needs you to give up the steering wheel
To a learner driver, yet you have years of driving experience
To be a passenger and watch them make mistakes
Make dangerous turns
Overtake without signaling
Trust is daring
And scary
It is letting go of what you think you can control
And letting the Master control it instead
Trust is not relying on yourself
Because you've let yourself down too many times anyway
That, my friends, is what trust is all about
A beautiful paradox
Having peace in what would otherwise be worry
Trust is finding comfort in release.
Today marks World Poetry Day and I pulled this simple poem out of my 2019 archives because my heart needed this reminder in light of all that's happening in the world around us.
"This is what the Lord says: “Cursed is the one who trusts in man, who draws strength from mere flesh and whose heart turns away from the Lord . “But blessed is the one who trusts in the Lord , whose confidence is in him. They will be like a tree planted by the water that sends out its roots by the stream. It does not fear when heat comes; its leaves are always green. It has no worries in a year of drought and never fails to bear fruit.” (emphasis mine)
Jeremiah 17:5 , 7 - 8 NIV
Grace and Peace.
The caged bird still sings
Born to sing,
Sweet melodies from on high
A dazzling dash of colour upon her feathers
Tunes coloured with melodic rhythms
.
But inside a cage she sits
Misunderstood by those who own her
Who don't see the beauty of her song
And cage her to act as the domestic chicken, to roam
.
Constrained and frustrated
Her lack of freedom has left her paralysed
She longs for a day she can sing, unrestrained by the echo of captivity
.
Was I really born to sing?
Am I really good enough?
Such are the questions that plague her mind
Questioning her entire existence
.
But the caged bird has hope
That one day she shall sing
Melodies unto heaven
Of the freedom that He brings
.
Maybe she'll never leave the cage
But tunes of freedom shall she belt out
As in her mind she is free
So she must do what she was created to be
.
I now know why the caged bird still sings.
Christ has set us free to live a free life. So take your stand! Never again let anyone put a harness of slavery on you.Galatians 5:1(MSG)