A Poem by,
Nothing makes sense here.
In this space where I’m supposed to have it all together
There is nothing together
Even the rendering of bone from marrow.
Yea the things thought solid are splitting apart.
What had I then?
All false things?
All pretenses and facades?
Pretty faces pristine with smiles,
Our masks fall off and shatter.
As the fallow ground is dug up and shaken.
Shaken till anything not solid falls away.
To my dismay, my whole life is falling away.
All shadows and pretenses revealed.
I’d agreed to the shaking thinking ‘I’m solid.’
‘Not much to lose here. I’m a rock built on a rock.’
But as foolhardy as I was, thinking ‘I’m good.’
Now pride put to shame, because all I once had is gone.
All I knew as stability is forsaken too.
Nothing stands. No, not one thing.
I’d thought to keep even a remnant of the former things.
A trinket to reminisce about.
But here I stand, stripped bare of even what I believed myself to be.
Yep, even old identities must go.
‘All things new,’ God said. I’d believed Him.
I just didn’t anticipate how thorough a work He’d do.
But He is God after all, omnipotent and omnipresent.
There’s nothing He cannot do.
Although I knew things would change.
I didn’t realize that nothing I held was solid.
Change shook my foundation.
My life will never be the same again.
“You want to make all things in my life new, Lord?”
Even in this uncertainty, this strangeness.
I TRUST YOU.