For the LORD God is a sun and shield;
the LORD bestows favor and honor;
no good thing does he withhold
from those whose walk is blameless.
The Poet I know Not
Words speak to me,
whisper through my brain
like dreams of
wind through trees.
I'm not sleeping.
demand my attention,
jar me from reality
streaming through my mind
should I capture these words?
Preserve them on paper
let them continue
into my bloodstream
to my heart?
Beneath The Surface: Breath of Faith
I share this poem I wrote as a very troubled teenager, diagnosed with ADHD at a time when it was not common for girls to carry such labels. There are times when I wonder who I would be without this gift. I recognize that writing has not only been my God connection but my saving grace. I took to writing words in early childhood. I recall third grade and the time I wrote my first poem, the way the words and my imagination could finally connect in deliberate fusion quickened my heart. I remember riding the bus home every day, stories forming in my mind. In class at school I would drift off on a sentence a teacher spoke, as if seeing it fall off of the lips and out into the air. Always trapped in the prisons of schools, yet longing to learn -I so empathize with so many and long to embrace those who have been labeled with names that don't sound like gifts at all. Names that defeat and oppress creativity, beauty and truth.
Well, there is much more I could say, but let me end with this:
We are so much more than any label,
so much more than any diagnosis that would seek to muffle our true spirit,
drown out who God created us to be.
Don't believe the lies.
God created each one of us good.
To glorify Him.
Exactly where we are.
He does not make mistakes and though he is unfathomable.
He IS good.
Be who you are in Him.
Do whatever you do,
for His glory by His grace
give you the true desires of your heart.
O LORD Almighty,
blessed is the man who trusts in you.