Monday, February 06, 2006

Beyond Appearances


Today as I pondered what I wanted to say to you, I remembered this poem I wrote several years ago. So often we put on a cheerful front, and no one sees the secret sorrows that weigh upon our hearts. Though I wrote this as a self-portrait, perhaps you'll see yourself in it, too. And, if you do, perhaps you'll be reminded of the One who sees beyond all our masks to the point of our deepest need.


Beyond Appearances


She's always been
the kind who
jumps right in,
feet first,
gung ho,
lets go,
and come what may,
she's always been
the one to seize the day.

She never tests
the waters,
for she knows
that those
who do
seldom jump.

And so she grabs life
by the tail,
And she sets sail.

People see her as the one
who's always laughing,
living, dancing,
having fun.
And envying her joie de vivre,
they all believe
her life is free of care or woe--
even those who know
the wound she bears.

Time, they say,
heals everything.
Surely time and
countless kindnesses
have covered over
sorrow's sore
and seeping scar.

But no.
The wound remains.
And when she's
all alone
she sometimes
feels it like
the day her heart first broke.
Then she remembers
Him who spoke.

Falling on her knees
she sees
once again
a million mercies
crashing in.
She breathes an air
more fair,
and hears a voice
so still
and yet so strong,
she longs
to stay
until the pain is gone.

Sorrow is a faithful friend
for in the end,
she guides us to
the place where we
belong.


Whatever guide He sends your way, may the path always lead Home.

4 comments:

Samantha Morgan said...

You ever had one of those "aha" moments?
That poem makes 2 in 2 days. I've been struggling so much at home, being the only Christian and all sorts of other things. Last night I was listening to the radio while doing my homework. A commercial came one (this was a Christian station, by the way) and one word stood out: Ecclisiastes (sp?). Anyway, I get out my bible and turn there. It was about when Solomon was feeling far from God.
Your poem just reminded me of everything I do. I put on the worst front and appear happy to everyone. Only a few people see when I'm that down.
Thanks!
God Bless,
Samantha

Jeanne Damoff said...

You're welcome, Samantha. When I met Jesus at sixteen, I was the first Christian in my family, too. Keep your eyes on Him, and just be you. He will shine through you in ways you never expected or imagined.

Anonymous said...

Thank you so much for your poem! When I am feeling badly or painful memories come to mind, I often hide them, even sometimes from God. Your poem expresses so much of what I feel. Thank you!

Jeanne Damoff said...

You're welcome, anonymous. I'm so glad the poem spoke to you.

Peace of Christ,
Jeanne