What bears
repeating time and time again, is the simple truth that in order for new life
to come forth, our old life must die. In order for healing to take place, the
old body must be laid to rest, sometimes figuratively as well as literally. It’s
necessary that we understand these truths in order to survive the trying times,
the lonely times, the painful times and the times when we feel as if we are
suffering so much that we are leaving this earth way too soon. I say this in
honor of all those who have, those of us left on this earth to live, must do so
with purpose, determination and gratefulness. We must honor each breath as if
it is our last. We must let go of the things that are destined to hurt us, for
the things that are destined to heal us…
God, I seek you in ways that I never
thought my spirit could cry out. My desperation for all things love has brought
me full circle back into your embrace. I’m broken inside, surrounded by a
shattered frame, the ghost of my own strength. I refuse to pretend anymore
because I know that you meet me in truth. I cannot run from the calling within,
that has kept me seeking all these years, because I have run out of road, still
I have many miles to go with you. I cannot speak without you, walk without you
or live without you.
This surrender in this season, has
taken me to a far off place that I’ve never been before. I cannot navigate this
climate on my own. My hand searches for yours in the dark. I still myself and
wait for dawn. I seek my reflection in a stream filled with tears, only to find
staring back at me the image of a tree. Branches reaching for the sun and
earth, leaves singing in the breeze, a lullaby for the spirit, roots one with
holy soil, pumping new life through its veins.
You allowed the life I knew to drive
me to my knees, if only to seek you on my face. I cried out for death to take
my soul and you released me from my pain and raised me up within the limbs of a
tree. “Behold, I will do a new thing, now it shall spring forth, shall ye not
know it? I will even make a way in the wilderness, and rivers in the desert.”
Isaiah 43:18
No longer a shattered frame of
desperation, I am now a tree standing against the forces that dare take me over
to steal my voice and render me helpless. One breath from you Lord, and I rise
up in new form, to bask in your sun and give shade to all those who embrace the
You in me…
“I’ll rise up”
Bonita Y. Jones © July 30, 2016
Feel free to listen: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8BWsrd_aXQA
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