Strong Weakness

I feel misunderstood;
significantly insignificant.
As if only I notice
me and my magnificence.

I pray for contentment,
for joy in who I am,
and the answer I get
is seemingly grim.

"Why do you feel
as though you are lacking?
Why do think
that you are worth nothing?

"I tell you the truth
when I speak of contentment,
your significance is found
in your insignificance.

"Your importance is not based
on your amount of skills,
your importance is based on your chosen
gear for climbing life's hills.

"I do not care
for what others see,
only I care for the
way you trust me.

"When climbing a hill,
bring your best,
do not settle,
it is a test.

"But when it is over,
you will be renewed,
to a life of joy
and solitude.

"I grant you hope
and abundant strength,
but don't expect
lessened pain.

"For when you are weak
then you are strong."

REDEMPTION

A broken spirt,

an uplifted soul,

seem contradictory,

but the two make one.

How is there such grief,

and yet such desire,

contained inside,

one empire?

Pain inhabits grief,

while passion occupies desire.

Passion, pain; desire, grief:

An image of transcendence. 

Could man at his best

forge an image,

as that of such a 

magnificent pilgrimage?

Nay, for too great

is such a picture,

and too significant

are the limits of humanity. 

Most of the posts on this blog are intellectual, full of difficult concepts, full of thought-wrenching ideas that make the mind reach beyond its average capacity. But where, one might ask, is the emotion; not the thought-wrenching, but the heart-wrenching? Where is the emotion that the gospel carries with it?

A broken heart.
Ehh, what's new?
A fallen world,
I'm used to that too.

Some have become
insensitive to pain.
They look the other way
as if heartbreak is gain.

Yes, everyone suffers.
Yes, everyone Cries.
So why should one care
for the tears in your eyes?

The tears are not a curse,
but rather a blessing.
A way to end
all of the suffering.

Though I have no tears,
I still feel pain.
Though my crying has ceased,
I endure my shame.

Much of life hurts,
but put your pain on a scale.
Measure it compared
to the pain of His tale.

In comparison,
one finds difficult to do.
It's not what i've done,
but what he went through.

So, where is the emotion?
Where is the feeling?
Where is the love,
that reaches to the ceiling?

It's all around you,
just search high and low.
You are sure to find it,
even if it is below.

The love of a savior
can be hard to find.
Do not search in the
depths of your mind.

Look east,
Look west,
and you will see,
although subtly,
a love as big,
as the sea.