Day 399 - July 19 - Performance
I occasionally dabble in the art of verse. This morning, I was pouring my heart out in prayer and wondering what I should blog - I know it's been a few days, yet my heart was empty. As I prayed, this freeform verse just started to gel in my mind. Please forgive me if poetry isn't your bag...
Performance -
I stand on stage, with spotlighted eyes.
This is it - the performance of my
life, and I
don’t
know the lines.
I move, I act, I speak.
Although the room is dark and I
cannot
see beyond the stage,
an audience watches.
Who are they? What do they see?
This production is for One
and I wonder -
is His seat filled?
Or empty?
Could this be some joke played
to mock, or
is this but a rehearsal? I cannot tell.
My eyes are blind to all
but the stage.
I should look to the Director, but
I cannot see Him.
What should I say? Won’t someone
give me my lines?
“IS THERE A DOCTOR IN THE HOUSE?” I need a doctor,
my heart is failing. I cannot
act this play anymore, my halting words
do
not come;
and the unknown audience sits.
Silent.
Expecting more.
Did He come to see this play?
He should have -
He wrote the thing. He directs it, and I
tapdance
to His pleasure.
I don’t even want to be in it, but this
is
the bondage
of my freedom;
the weight, and wait, of my
release.
I want off this stage. I want that damned
and damning
spotlight to shine on someone else for once.
Do you hear me, Director? Do you hear?
Can we take a break? Is there an Intermission?
And all the while my mouth moves,
saying words. My gestures, my actions, fall
in plain sight for an Audience
of One.
I squint my eyes against
the light - did He
come
to
this
show?
I cannot see...
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posted by Eric Williamson @ 8:38 AM
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Dear son of Mine,I am here,
I hear your humble cries.
I see your heart, I hear your pain,
I see your blinded eyes.
I too know the agony, the suffering of a Son.
My greatest Joy of all, given to all, even one.
You may not understand right now,
the hill seems much too steep.
But know that I am aware of all the waters deep.
My grace is sufficient, my Strength if perfected still...
You are honoring Me greatly and in the center of My will.
Press on, rest, trust in Me,
my dear and precious son.
And know that beyond all doubt,
the best is yet to come.
The post above was from me, Martha. I forgot to put my name. I just wanted you to know that I hear your brokenness and that we love you all dearly.
Love
Martha in FL.
Wow...that was so beautiful...I cried. Thank you Eric for being so honest in every post and sharing the rawest emotions of your heart and soul. You are quite the poet!!This is a crazy life! Today marks 19 years that my brother went to be with the Lord. He was shot and killed by his neighbor and left alone without him was his wife and 9 month old son. There was a day when your poem was my exact plea! Today, I rest in Him knowing that the pain was for a purpose. I will continue to pray for you brother...Hold fast help is on the way.
In His might ~ Mary Sue
Eric, This was very touching. I sensed your feelings. Sometimes we do wonder where God is in all of this. But you and I know He is always there watching and caring and teaching and loving.
Marge from Spring Creek
Beautiful...very stirring. I hear you and understand that feeling. Thanks for sharing. May you hear His voice.
The above was from me...Nancy Guenther
Eric--thank you for sharing your heart (and also to Martha for her reply). I used to write poetry but felt like my creativity in that respect died right along with my younger sister. Maybe...someday...God will put the words back in poetry form for me to write. Until then--you just get this format from me and my prayers (which probably ascend in the most beautiful of poetry in God's ears).
I do believe you ARE a poet and didn't know it! :) That was so well spoken and written, it needs to be in print and framed and sold at Berean and all the other Christian bookstores around. I'd buy it! Just beautifully said. Thank you for that.
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