I wrote this poem last month, about one week after my life hit a very low and desperate place. Sometimes I struggle to come to God in those places. Writing poetry helps a lot.
Dear God,
Remember how I used to be?
I used to leap over the hills
Singing all the way.
We had such sweet times,
You and I.
I was happier then
And people admired me.
What am I doing on this cold mountain ledge today?
Why am I fighting the wind,
Clinging to crumbling rock with tired fingers?
I am so tired and afraid.
If only I could go back to those hills.
Right now.
I could do better than I'm doing here.
-Your Brooke
Dear Brooke,
I do remember how you used to be.
Your singing and leaping was sweet indeed.
That was my provision for you
Back then.
Today, my grace has you securely standing on this ledge,
Wind and all.
Tomorrow, we may do something new,
Or we may enjoy this spot a while longer.
Either way, our journey keeps on going.
See, daughter,
Brace yourself for this news -
We aren't going back to the hills.
I'm taking you to places you've never been before.
I've known all along.
Wait until you see - -
It is so awesome further ahead!
But for now,
Release those weary fingers.
Sit with me,
Close to me.
Let's savor the view from here.
-Your God
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